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.