Nothing

Its sunday
And I want to cry
Still haven't figured out
How to breathe without dying
It´s sunday
Dried leaves are flying
Floating in this fog
Colder than the sidewalks

Dreams hanged from the ceiling
When will they go?
Cos I stopped believing
The minute I lost control
Birds don´t see the windows
We are scared of opening doors
There is nothing out there
Nothing at all

Colors flow out of the tv
Feel like a shipwrecked sinking in this grey sea
The skylight is shut and dirty
All those stars out there
Look even more blurry

Dreams hanged from the ceiling
When will they go?
Cos I stopped believing
The minute I lost control
Birds dont see the windows
We are scared of opening doors
There is nothing out there
Nothing at all

Nothing
Nothing at all

Dreams hanged from the ceiling
When will they go?
Cos I stopped believing
The minute I lost control
Birds dont see the windows
We are scared of opening doors
There is nothing out there
Nothing at all