Well, it’s Christmas again and the sky is so blue
It’s practically empty, a void
And I did the evil thing last night once more
And I woke up destroyed

There’s a chicken leg chilling on the balcony
Left over, friend, one day old
Well, the pan didn’t fit in the fridge
Bout out there it’s certainly cold

There’s a pain and a rage than can only be ill
And I live it in silence and grace
I’m waiting that they come and pick me up
It can only be a matter of days

Only heroes die young, I’m a painter
I specialize in birds
Single and determined under winter skies
It’s hard to express that in words

There must have been something wrong with my family
But now that’s all long gone
Only me I’m left blinded by sunlight
Humming this summer song

Woe, most of the others have already checked out
But me I’m always late
In abject nothingness and nothing after this

I wait …