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 wines out of your cup
Do not cure a wound
No, 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 wines out of your cup
Do not cure a wound
No, that doesn't help at all
The wines out of your cup
Do not cure a wound
No, 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
