I sit on my bed, just after taking a bath
With my hair wet.
It's early and freezing outside, and suprisingly
I came home.
The TV is shouting behind the wall,
This year passed so fast.
It's so similar to th last year,
And the last year I was sitting
Just like this, alone, alone...
Looking for the plot for the new song,
Looking for the plot for the new song.
I can't sing about love,
I can't sing about flowers.
And if I do, I lie,
Even I myself don't believe in it.
The TV is shouting behind the wall,
This year passed so fast.
It's so similar to th last year,
And the last year I was sitting
Just like this, alone, alone...
Looking for the plot for the new song,
Looking for the plot for the new song.