i like walking in the park when it gets late at night i move round in the dark and leave when it gets light i sit around by day tied up in chains so tight these crazy words of mine so wrong they could be right what do i get out of this i always try i always miss one of these days you ll go back to your home you won t even notice that you are alone one of these days when you sit by yourself you ll realise you can t shaft without someone else in the end you will submit it s got to hurt you a little bit i like talking in my sleep when people work so hard they need what they can t keep a choice that leaves them scarred a view without a room unveils the truth so soon and when the sun goes down you ve lost what you have found  what do i get out of this i always try i always miss one of these days you ll go back to your home you won t even notice that you are alone one of these days when you sit by yourself you ll realise you can t shaft without someone else in the end you will submit it s got to hurt you a little bit what do i get out of this i always try i always miss one of these days you ll go back to your home you won t even notice that you are alone one of these days when you sit by yourself you ll realise you can t shaft without someone else in the end you will submit it s got to hurt you a little bit what do i get out of this i always try i always miss one of these days you ll go back to your home you won t even notice that you are alone one of these days when you sit by yourself you ll realise you can t shaft without someone else in the end you will submit it s got to hurt you a little bit what do i get out of this i always try i always miss one of these days you ll go back to your home you won t even notice that you are alone3