In the end II feel so weak, tired...
I wish I cry and
I feel still more confused.
Like an acrobat
I'm going on between a
thousand truths.
In the end I wish I close my eyes
and dream on.
A thousand eyes
look at me
waiting for their truth.
Nobody certainty in me.
In the end I'm ready to trip out
many more days.
No-return,
far away lights are
wayting for me.
Far away lights are calling me.
Don't wake me up no more.
Don't wake me up no more.
Don't wake me up no more.
Don't wake me up.