8 o'clock, time's slowly passed
In full stuffy bus
Al people're standing moveless and staring emptiness
Inside this apathy nobody cares for me
And i go to that place just to see your face
I want you to stand on this bus stop
Just to say: " Hello! How are you?"
Hesitating and scared to approach my muse
It's a side effect of youth
With sweet dreams in my head with you and me in my bed
But here's her stop and i feel my flop
She goes away again
8 o'clock, time's slowly passed in full stuffy bus