Throw your wishes at a stone
Whenever feeling it
What has an endless sight
It never cared for us

Will the midnight sun ever be that black again

Take off more masquerades
Longing to be touched
To be released in a way
Or another try harder

And everything will be blending, then tear it down

The wine's out of your cup
Don't cure a wound
No baby, that doesn't help at all

Throw your wishes at a stone
Whenever feeling it
What has an endless sight
It never cared for us

The wine's out of your cup
Don't cure a wound
No baby, that doesn't help at all
The wine's out of your cup
Don't cure a wound
No baby, that doesn't help at all

There's too many party people
The tough guys are even worse
Oh if it's grey one should get lost
And you should know you spell it wrong

Let's bleed for the years that passed away
With seasonal affective disorder
Even in midsummer