It´s like every morning, it´s like every day
the light did wash away my sleep, the silence disappears
I awake from nowhere, where I will go back

I count the pictures in my head, does it change anything;
watch the candle, what a light; this is what I´ve never been
will I ever be so strong that I reach my goal alone
deep inside I feel the fear dying slowly

What mean nice illusions when your dreams come true
I already asked me why I don´t start anything new
I ignore your laughter, it is over now and here
I could tell you what you miss, but I can´t cure you

I count ...