My furniture is dusty
Because I'm never home
Brussels sprouts are slowly thawing
That's all I can

Find
In the freezer
I no longer know why I
No longer feel safe in this house

(It consumes me)
The feeling
When I see my old things
I go
I've been away for too long
When I feel
I hold on to this place
Then it gets cold
At platform 22B

These streets are familiar
The tar is wet, streetlights are burning
I'm afraid I'll get lost here
And slowly start

To run
Where to, how long, to whom?
I know it doesn't help
To suppress
And yet I never arrive anywhere else

(It consumes me)
The feeling
When I see my old things
I go
I've been away for too long
When I feel
I hold on to this place
Then it gets cold
At platform 22B

It holds me tight, I'm trapped
I need to get out, want to start anew
I hold on, don't see why
I live here, but I don't live
I know

(It consumes me)
The feeling
When I see my old things
I go
I've been away for too long
When I feel
I hold on to this place
Then it gets cold
At platform 22B

The feeling
When I see my old things
I go
I've been away for too long
When I feel
I hold on to this place
Then it gets cold
At platform 22B

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES