Emptyness of Things

Passing the same road again

With a whisky bottle on my left hand

Wondering through this hole I build

Can´t separate dreams from reallity

I see an homeless man sleeping on a corner

Empty dreams in his eyes I saw

Left a tear behind to protect him

From the cold night war

Drinking from the empty bottle

I follow my way, Don´t know where to stay

Don´t know Where to go i´m lost

Everywhere, I feel scared..

I feel I´m miles away from home

From the place I grow but i don´t know

I didn´t left the front door...

That´s all I know now, what´s going on

Smoking the last cigarrete

From this empty packet of memories

Remembering how it was before the dawn

Before everything...before emptyness of things