Late at night, I'll run through the streets and empty corridors.

I'll find my counterpoint, inside a red room locked behind a door.

I keep holding my head up, holding it up.Holding my head up, holding it up.

And you just don't come back, around.

It seems to me that we will never be.

And tell me nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong today.

Just tell me nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong today.

And tell me nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong today.

Just tell me nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong today.

And tell me nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong today.

Just tell me nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong today.

And tell me nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong today.

Just tell me nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong today.

And tell me nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong today.

Just tell me nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong today.

And someone tell me,

nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing

nothing nothing nothing nothing.

mein leben findet momentan mehr in der isolation statt, als in der wirklichkeit.