These eyes
They're strongly covered in disguise.
They're waiting on the real time again.
You'll see
That no one knows for sure.

For all of this,
I'm better off without you.
Do you regret all your loneliness?

This ride
Is drifting slowly to the side.
We are swerving off the road,
Going past the cones.
That warns us from the start.

Every day goes, every night goes,
Every day goes, every night goes,
Every day goes, every night.
On and on,
We sing this song of tired days
That's oh so wrong.
Every night we sing this song for you.