What a pleasure to feel alive While music is playing It seeps straight into the heart Like a windup figure spinning round I run through my life as if I'm on the edge of a knife They ask what's my obsession My heart, it beats for inspiration But I won't say a word anymore No, no, no Maybe you feel bad Or maybe you're upset Maybe you're alone No, no, no Maybe you need help Please give me all the facts What's inside your head No, no, no My music box is silent, so am I You know, no, no But if you can repair it then maybe I say yes I sometimes lose control Humming a tunе to calm down This box no longer works So what's the point of This uselеss beauty when it is empty inside No one has ever seen you just the way you are Why do we always stand For empty words and lies That's how we ruin things That's why I left it all behind