I know nothing of the books you talk about,
Now my interest fades,
Feels like sunlights on my hearts exposed reel of film,
And it starts to decay,
Even if I try to speak to you the sentences all fall short,
It's not a conversation if you're the only one who talks,
I'm not lacking my devotion,
To keep this windmill still in motion,
But I know it's not going strong,
You've done all the introductions but I don't care about your friends,
A feeling all to overwhelming and I'm just to shy to content,
Now you can cover all your essence up in a thin veneer,
There's nothing to you now,
No, there's nothing really here.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN