You're always coldYou're always sadYou can't get moreThan what you haveWhen night is fallingWhen all is quietYou get back homeThe morning comesGet out of bedThe sun shines onNot in your headImagining problemsInventing liesIt helps your soulYou want golden hairYou want great affairsA sweet home in the fieldsAnd a potion forEternal youthNever grow old and sad againYou wanna run butYou think you flyAnd when you fallThe sorrow risesImagining poemsInventing friendsWho could helpYou want a boyWho calls you dearThe only songsYou wanna hearAre tearing your little heart outThat's what you needYou want valentineWith good red wineA big black horse andA diamond ring and then you thinkTo those things you already got
