Don't know if you're awake or not
Your eyes feel all paralyzed
Can't move your limbs
You're in and waiting

For the hand that will reach and make you jump high
For the magical hand that turns your hand crank and you rise

Little joker you're not fine
The days are passing by
There is no child nigh
Still no sign
Will you try and break the top
Get out and reach the world
And make your life your own
Will you now?

Still in, what is this all about
You know there is a sky
On fire but
You're in and waiting

Thoughts stay hidden in his mind, safe from the claws of truth
An empty box, will it ever weigh?
Slowly changing and accepting, trasforming all absence into presence
Forever same