The blinds here are so sharp and they cut,
The light from the primitive sun,
You know I really want to have.

Society thinks so highly now,
And some tell I will meet the dawn,
Before I lost the sight of her,

My mind, it quietly closes the door,
Now the fallow has woken, my hands
I feel I like I've been here before,
She has already spoken.

Anyway, there's no reason to get hurt,
You don't need to sell your shirt
To do the devil's work.
You finally found your place
You know it always works...
You know it always works...

I saw someone who looked like you on
The platform at the night station
From a younger era

The lights in your house were still on
We all need somebody to love
(?)

My mind, it quietly closes the door,
Now the fallow has woken, my hands
I feel I like I've been here before,
She has already spoken.

Anyway, there's no reason to get hurt,
You don't need to sell your shirt
To do the devil's work.
You finally found your place
You know it always works...
You know it always works...

You finally found your place

*** I'm sure there are still a lot of errors,
but it's the best I can do ***