How I used to swing like a glass of wine with no yeast
Move with no wind and think about the sadness that fills all of me
How I am stirring now the life inside of the death
And in fact nothing has changed during the last months
Someone cut the rope for me
And left me tied up
Someone cut the rope for me and left me
Left me all alone
Holding onto what was already ripped and soon there is no rope anymore
Someone cut the rope for me
And I am still tied up
How I used to stand with my face to the wind and think about meaning and beat
Feeling my desires behind a delusional screen
And in fact nothing has changed because it is the same nothing during months
Someone cut the rope for me
And I am still tied up
Someone cut the rope for me and left me
Left me all alone
Holding onto what was already ripped and soon there is no rope anymore
Who cut my rope
And who left me tied up