This has been an awful day Just like the others It made no change There is no passion in your life, no expression on your face You're getting used to drive in a boring normal way You'd rather trip on the back of a young horse Which likes green common grass instead of this bat-shit crazy Smooth-talk, no happy end Justifying your damn absence And the vintage sound always stifling Cleaning the whole house Gets me a bit insane There is no passion in your life, no expression on your face You're getting used to drive in a boring normal way You'd rather trip on the back of a young horse Which likes green common grass instead of this bat-shit crazy No, I don't want to say goodbye Don't want to say it, But I need to, but I need to, But I need to step aside No, I don't want to say goodbye Don't want to say it, But I need to, but I need to, But I need to step aside