Sheer out of hope, cried out of tears,
whats left by all my nothings.
My life tied up in silken threads,
out of time, it’s all of nothing.
How long must I wait, for one moment to lean on,
just whispers from my radio,
to paint my life in shades of black and white.
How low must I fall, to find one dream to dream on,
Oh, oh, oh this dark dark night.
Sheer out of hope, cried out of tears,
all my nothings.
My life tied up, all for nothing.
How long must I wait, for one moment to lean on,
just whispers from my radio,
to paint my life in shades of black and white.
How low must I fall, to find one dream to dream on,
Oh, oh, oh this dark dark night.
(Dank an Sven-André Dreyer für den Text)