Morning, gray morning
Sadness o'clock.
Everybody looks the same
On the streets paved with
Another's money
I put my panic on
And a hat that's not mine
I wear my appearance
So tight I believe it's me
And I walk the same streets
Paved with another's money
In my morning, gray morning
I am glad I look the same
So that nobody knows
How colours bleed
Abundantly in me
