Dry in the soul, dry in the spirit
Dry in the body, there's another week gone
Dry in content (possibly relates to writer's block), dry in the pocket
Dry from trying to not make noise
Tired in the soul, tired in the spirit
Want to rest for a minute in each week
Want to go, want to drive away
Want to stop telling myself what everyone loves to hear
It will be fine, it will be fine
Any moment now should arrive this "fine"
That everyone's talking about it for years
Too bad that I will not be here
When it will be fine
Unhindered, too vulnerable
Serves the other cheek
It will still arrive
When there's no idea, what to do?
If you're anyway already [as good as] dead, then what do you care about living?
Dry in the soul, [like a] leaf in the wind
In between two good times, now everything is stuck
Trying to walk, ready to limp
Want to stop telling myself what everyone loves to hear
It will be fine, it will be fine
Any moment now should arrive this "fine"
That everyone's talking about it for years
Too bad that I will not be here
When it will be fine
oo oo oo
It will be fine
Any moment now should arrive this "fine"
But I will not be here
When it will be fine
oo oo oo
Dry in the soul, dry in the spirit