I left my heart at home
Somewhere, I don’t know
Fed it to the lions
In some act of violence

I’m feeling vague and I can’t seem to concentrate
On things that matter most; I’m slipping into the unknown
I’m no more

I’m not around
To hold your hand
We’re strangers, I’m sorry
I’m not around
To hold your hand

The night turns into the day, the sun eludes me
I don’t think I’m supposed to be happy here
The night turns into the day, the sun eludes me
I don’t think I’m supposed to be happy here

So I run away from this, from myself
I drift with the wind

The sound of swaying trees helps me to fall asleep
The branches stop to ask:
When are you coming back?