Everywhere I go, I feel a little lonely
Faces that I know, I really don't at all
How in the world do I face my position?
How in the world could I make someone listen?
Make someone listen, make someone listen
On a brink I float, I circle my illusion
Patterns that I wrote, their shapes are rather small
Why in the world should I break my tradition?
Why in the world should I wake up and listen?
Wake up and listen
And when the world comes to an end
Then all those lonely, lonely nights
Would be in vain
There goes my heart breaking again
When second thoughts had shattered dreams
Outside my window
And I go to sleep