Blood red, yellow, bright skies above our heads,
Sound of bells and a taste of rain, you know it well
Oh it's cold, it is cold, the darkness makes it even worse,
I don't know I don't know but I've decided not to care about it.

Perhaps we are winnig and it's said to be inspiring,
Should I run, should I stay?
A kind of mad man's will, you cannot fight with
There are no trees, only straight white lines surround me
I belive, I suppose

Lights and noises are dancing
Just in front of your sad, closed eyes
You're too tired to scream or say anything at all
You're not afraid, not afraid!
But everyone somehow
Tries to help, tries to help you now!

And now you're winning
Even though no one knows about it
Do not run! Do not run!
A kind of reckless dream
You will have to deal with
There are no trees,
Only tram lines that cannot guide you

I believe I suppose
I think I wanna go home
And lay in my bed
I believe I suppose
I think I wanna go home
And lay in my bed.