See, I've got nothing to say
I don't know neither the day, nor the hour
I'm just waiting for you to send a word that you're waiting
I don't flush the words bravely and wisely
I can only hear the radio through the wall
If you come around, you'll find me here
I'm seeking my way since thousand and thousand years
Sometimes I'm seeking trouble
And seeking the one who wants me
Whom I've been sent to, who was meant for me
And that radio is crying so badly
Like it was confessing love
Its dumbest song is playing for me this time
Because I still call you the same name
It's pathetic that I believe everything
That I would be so happy for you
I'm seeking my way since thousand and thousand years
Sometimes I'm seeking trouble
And seeking the one who wants me
Whom I've been sent to, who was meant for me
I know that she's waiting for me
Maybe on the other side of the Moon
She's the one who talks inside me, in gibberish angel-language
I'm seeking my way
Sometimes I'm seeking trouble
And seeking the one who wants me
Whom I've been sent to, who was meant for me
By the heaven