It’s winter again,
Seems nothing has changed.
Still stuck in these four walls I can count the days.
The faint light’s always shinning,
But it’s getting hard to see. It’s winter again,
I wish it’d shine on me.

I need an inspiration A different occupation
I need a reason for a change in my ways.
I crave a new tomorrow A picture of Picasso
I have to take a little energy.

It’d New Year again,
Better make my list.
I swear this’ll be my year,
You see I must insist.
The goal post’s always marching In a constant state of flux.
But I’m still stuck in these four walls You see I,
I don’t move too much.

I need an inspiration…

Is there out there still
Life on the streets
And hearts still beating
In the city?
Or are there only eyes
That burn with fear
And tears that sear
Down the faces of the dead?
Seems to me we lost them long ago
There’s too much pain
Not much pity
Got to get these tombstones
Off my brain
Here and now
Not in the fucking ever after.

FR:

Est-ce que dehors il y a encore
De la vie dans les rues
Et des coeurs qui battent
Dans la ville?
Ou n'y a t'il que des yeux
Qui brûlent appeurés
Et des larmes qui brûlent
En coulant les visages des morts
Il me semble que nous les avons perdus il y a longtemps
Il y a trop de douleur
Peu de pitié
Il faut que je chasse ces pierres tombales
Ee mon esprit
Ici et maintenant
Pas dans ce putain de lendemain