The clothes on his body
Are all sulking wet,
And nothing's gonna be
The same again,
He knows that there is
Something in his past.
The lights in his room
Shines on his face,
And the rain outside
Wash away his pain,
And now he believes
That there is nothing.

Give a sign,
Help me decide,
To find me some thing.
Call me on the phone,
Try to dissolve
To find the cracks.

On the way to the street
The people look at him,
All the powers he had
Just fades away,
And all there is now
Is just a cold cup of coffee.
He's driving so fast
And makes a runaway,
Finds out that the gates
Are all closed-up for the day,
And there's no sign
Of a blessed dwelling.

Tell me the truth,
It's hard to be missed
As the last train's leaving.
Turn up the heat
Find out who it is,
A mannequin's silhouette.

In this time of night
I would like to say
That never has been
Only this way,
And now my gates
Had been reopened.
In this time of night
I would like to say
That my shadows are all
Just drifting away
To help me find
A very good ending.

Let it come home,
Pick up the phone
And tell me something.
Just stay and hold on,
Try to get off,
And pick up the fragments.

In this time of night
I would like to say
That I hoped
It will never be this way,
And all I got
Is a big nothing.