This is Thursday morning
Bright light in my room
This is Thursday morning
Silly sun too soon
I feel dull an hollow
Like an empty tin
Nothing I can follow
Nowhere I could spin
Mirrors in the toilet show my face
On this very morning desperate case
I'm walking to the window
Look down to the street
A hundred thousand people
Following their feet
Moving in a big machine
Trying to protect their dreamn
Who can tell me what's the meaning
Who can help me drop the ceiling
Wall to wall I'm walking
Take a bottle off the shelf
To the floor I'm talking
To the floor and to myself
Watch it, what's this day
Two thousand days to stay
Oh oh oh I lost my meaning
Much to much too bad a feeling
Much much much too much to feel it
My head feels full of glue
Still by the window, touch my face
Touch my eyes, start to race
Oh oh I mean the meaning
Much to much too bad a feeling
Much too much, alright
Much too much, oh oh
Much too much, o-oh o-oh
Much too much
Much too much much much much much
Much too much
Much too much
Much too much
Much too much...
