No sweet view of what I want today No sweet sound of what I want tomorrow day
I drink a glass of tomato juice every day And I'm there secretly in the bathroom at two
No window here I cannot hear, cannot see just A lot of bubbles and the perfume of chamomiles
Attack of a direct Sun Is anyone decent? I feel I don't need my eyes How can I make the sound come out Just be myself Walking around just chasing away Gotta get out now From the chamomile bathroom, tonight
Is it a simple mind? Full of conclusions? If I could only be more simple I'd cry Tonight
