There's always something wrong
Sometimes, what remains is what we don't have
Something that we don't see, that we don't feel
All that we don't have, but we pretend
I almost did what I wanted to
I almost had something that I could
Again this 'almost', this 'always', this 'nothing'
With me, along this long and winding road
I'm running like a madman
I'm always only this close
To losing my mind
With my eyes closed
In the middle of your street
Dreaming awake
By the dark side of the moon
With my eyes closed
In the middle of your street
Dreaming awake
By the dark side of the moon
Glass half full, glass half empty
The body only heats up when the air is cold
I don't want to remember that I don't make sense
Nor be sorry for never having lived
Life is long, life is short
When everyone speaks and no one listens to me
Blind men that don't know where they're going
Here is one more in the crowd
I'm running like a madman
I'm always only this close
To losing my mind
With my eyes closed
In the middle of your street
Dreaming awake
By the dark side of the moon
With my eyes closed
In the middle of your street
Dreaming awake
By the dark side of the moon
I was thirsty, they gave me gasoline
I'm not asking for anything, they give me even less
I think that I never properly understood
The perfection of imperfection
I whine
I am sorry
I riot
I surrender
Wanting what could not have been
Being made of steel, not of glass
I'm running like a madman
I'm always only this close
To losing my mind
With my eyes closed
In the middle of your street
Dreaming awake
By the dark side of the moon
With my eyes closed
In the middle of your street
Dreaming awake
By the dark side of the moon
With my eyes closed
In the middle of your street
Dreaming awake
By the dark side of the moon