Thoughts are painful and sad
Try to get out of bed
Baby`s loveless and dead
And seems so pure

Clouds are going to melt
Reminds of grace that i felt
Put on your trousers and belt
So sweet and lure

Fed up with coffe machines
I`m near forty degrees
Child like me never wins
I`m trying to cure
Oh.

Your name is carved on a fence
And mine is lost with no sense
My God is beautiful nance
Seems so pure...