The morning refuses to shine
Messages in a book
Won't make me feel fine
The garden without flowers
For me to water at all

The winter's cold wants to freeze me
The rose's thorn wants to tease me

No more waves in the sea
The wind seems not to blow
Songs, poems, and verses
I can no longer know

The city's lights try to blind me
The plants' pollen wants to bind me

There's no more reason
There's no explanation
Promises unfulfilled
By ideas in question
Embalmed prophets
By a poor legion
For a minute
Forget this
These are inverted worlds

My dreams want to swallow me whole
Shadows at night in my room
Try to scare my soul
I'm getting dull
Because I can't believe

That there's a mystery to reveal
Of the crazy life of those who can't feel

There's no more reason
There's no explanation
Promises unfulfilled
By ideas in question
Embalmed prophets
By a poor legion
For a minute
Forget this
These are inverted worlds

There's no explanation
Promises unfulfilled
By ideas in question
Embalmed prophets
By a poor legion
For a minute
Forget this
These are inverted worlds

My dreams want to swallow me whole
Shadows at night in my room
Try to scare my soul