Perfect night.

říjen 2003, Nîmes (na schodech v hotelu)

So this is one of the nights

That could be perfect

No rain or snow

but decent weather

But in the game of fun

there’s no chair left

all your friends

have someone else to entertain

so you light a cigarette

to get rid of the pain

knowing that smoking

fatally damages your brain

you look up to the stars

but clouds are all you find

they’re like a padding

on the bleeding scars

but hey – ain’t no reason

to be shy – you’re all alone

and you know, that

somehow you are happy

at least don’t have

a reason not to be

you don’t suffer

you’ve had a normal day

So why feel like running away?

And all the girls are taken

and the one you like

hardly remembers your name

you’ve started questioning if her

she’s indeed the one

you want to claim

So you stand on the street

Blowing out of your mouth

that odd kind of steam

watching couples in the dark

How they cry, talk and laugh

But that’s not the state you’re in

There’s also this street-light

that can’t decide

whether it want’s to shine or not

Puts you in darkness

In constant intervals

But hell, it’s the only thing

that doesn’t say that you’re wrong

and if you try,

it might let you turn it on

The worst thing is

you can’t say it’s not fair

and to all of you

yes, I have been there

you’ve tried to find the problem

but haven’t had no luck

well, guess what I’ll tell you then:

Life can really suck, some days

Knowing that after this low

There will come an up

It almost seems that

you can’t stop to fight

and wait

when will be that day?