Come, step into the sunlight
The parade is marching
Up and down this ghost-town,
With sore feet & blisters
From too much talk of nothing
Step into the sunlight and say something
- Anything will due
A great day/ a long wait
Alarm-clocks screaming out loud
A warning
Streets like chess-board
We're check mate and that is all
Step into the sunlight and do something
About this suicide-view
Come save me
With your hands
I'm pretty
Pretty tired
Of balancing on the edge of this knife