If you'd ask me how I'm doing, I'd answer, sure
But in the car it's quiet again, on the way home
You get used to the yearning, but I'm still waiting
My hands get tired, but stay open
Still open
Open, open
Hey, do you see me?
I'm standing in the spotlight
Hey, do you hear me?
At least through the radio waves
At end-of-year assembly, there's once again one empty chair
Only the daddy's girls wear dress shoes
They ask what I'm escaping from, when I'm running aimlessly
Further away from you, away from the thoughts
The higher I climb, the more the fall hurts
Look up, because you're not meeting me downstairs
Hey, do you see me?
I'm standing in the spotlight
Hey, do you hear me?
At least through the radio waves
There's so much that I'd like to say to you
But the words get stuck in my throat, they don't find a shape
A fake smile at father's day and at christmas
It was fun to see you, although we don't even know each other
Don't come, jerk1
Your things are packed in the car and I wipe my eyes on my pyjamas
If you'd now look from the rear view mirror; I'm still standing here
Hey, do you see me?
I'm standing in the spotlight
Hey, do you hear me?
At least through the radio waves
1. lit. "bad cake"