Awoke benumbed Without the feeling To find time Body and soul are searching for The memories of the last hours Reflecting lights in wet panes Clouds passing by quickly The past is lying on the lips The desire of what doesn't exist Too tired for sleeping Too weak for living Awoke benumbed Without the feeling Crashed, slightly bent Mirror-images don't deny Everything is strange but also real There's a feeling of an in-between Try to hold the night While I'm sleeping I give the chance to the day I only know, no matter what I will decide I won't follow traces