Everybody is a strange person,
And everybody has a tangled soul,
Everybody has some humming childhood,
At the bottom of a forgotten pocket,
Everybody has pieces left of dreams,
And corners of destroyed life,
Everybody has sought something one day,
But everybody hasn't found it
But everybody hasn't found it.
Everybody would have to demand to the authorities,
A law against all our lonelyness,
That no one will ever be forgotten,
And that no one will ever be forgotten.
Everybody has a hell of a life going on,
But not everybody can remember it,
I can see some that fold it and even break it,
And I can see some that can't even see it,
And I can see some that can't even see it.
Everybody would have to demand to the authorities
A law against all our indifference,
That no one will ever be forgotten,
And that no one will ever be forgotten.
Everybody is a strange person,
And everybody has a tangled soul,
Everybody has some humming childhood,
At the bottom of a forgotten hour,
At the bottom of a forgotten hour...