I was in a cell
Having built everything up
Doors, windows
The round skylight
And I was dreaming myself painting
On a carton
A childlike made house
With a small balcony
I don't sleep at nights
I wake up and I'm afraid
Tell me "sweet dreams"
I knocking with my pencil
Crying for them to open up for me
The painted door
(and) Not leave me outside
Suddenly the door broke
And from a little hole I saw
A very small alike
Built up room
I don't sleep at nights
I wake up and I'm afraid
Tell me "sweet dreams"