Thought wasted
Body drowned

Soul racing
Intoxication by your provocation

The odds were not in my favour, again
The night ended before my speech began
The one my mirror rehearsed with me

Expectations were so low and so, unrealistic
The end station, sort of makes me
Expectations were so low and so, unrealistic
The end station, sort of makes sick

But I’m here under the streetlights
And my tears are falling down
Here under the streetlights, thе streetlights

I got out the platform, no intention of return
And I can’t еxcuse my feelings
And I can’t excuse their burn
But this experience lead me back
Back on track

Expectations were so low and so, unrealistic
The end station, sort of makes sick
But I’m here under the streetlights
and my tears are falling down
Here under the streetlights, the streetlights

But you will never know, how it feels to be
Like one of those big bright supermarket’s window at night:
Empty inside,
but shiny out front
'Cause the only place where I need to head now
It’s nowhere, but home
'Cause the only person that I will always be there
The only person that I need to take care for
Is no one, but me !

Here under the streetlights
Where my tears are falling down
I wanna dance under the streetlights, the streetlights
Here under the streetlights
Where my tears are falling down
I wanna dance, I wanna dance, I wanna dance, I wanna dance