Throw your wishes at a stone   Whenever feeling it   What has an endless sight   It never cared for us      Will the midnight sun ever be that black again?      Take off more masquerades   Longing to be touched   To be released in a way   Or another      Try harder and everything will be blending   Then tear it down      The wine's out of your cup   Don't cure a wound   No, that doesn't help at all      Throw your wishes at a stone   Whenever feeling it   What has an endless sight   It never cared for us      The wine's out of your cup   Don't cure a wound   No, that doesn't help at all      The wine's out of your cup   Don't cure a wound   No, that doesn't help at all      There's too many party people the tough guys are even worse   If it's gray one should get lost you should know you spell it wrong   Let's bleed for the years that passed away   With seasonal affective disorder even in midsummer