Waking from a sleepless daydream
I am the victim of yearning
Waking from a childlike trust
My wounds today are gaping holes
The life is burning from my soul
The yearning is bravely doing its duty
Hold me – my life – hold me!
For as long as time goes on
And the hands of the clock keep on turning
I too will do my rounds
Life’s sweet joy has left me though
The life is burning from my soul
The yearning is bravely doing its duty
Hold me – my life – hold me!
