Restless and drunk   I´m often awake ´till the dawn of the day   Sunrise and breakfast   Beautiful people having coffee and tea   Looking through windows    Houses with backyards   Dogs barking at me    Down in the station   The rush hour is starting   Time to get home      When I open my eyes   There are no colours to see   No deep waterfalls   No tall apple trees   People keep saying ´You´re an upcoming star´   No lighthearted times if you don´t know who you are      Hopeless and poor   Peals of laughter and shaking of heads   Smiling but anxious   It´s not worth a top scorer leaving the game   They don´t believe that the things that they see   Might be not as they seem   They can´t believe that the doubts and the fears   Might be real