Home- home in the late-night
And away, away in the half-life
Except Saturday, crushed by the boring
Until played and plagued again by the tourists

When once you had believed it
Now you see it´s sucking you in

To string you along with the pretense
And pave the way for the coming release

Alone and prone in the half-light
And late, late to the real-life
If you find a way into the gold rush
You will stay until the morning comes
You can normalize
Don´t it make you feel alive