I'm bored to death since this morning
I have silly ideas in my head, I think of nothing
I stare into the void except sometimes
When the sun invites itself to my window and turns the dust into glitter

How pretty it is, it entertains me
Then a cloud passes, the dust disappears, so again, I'm bored
Alone in my nest, it makes me happy
To write songs about these wonderful moments

And deep inside
I have time to watch the flowers grow, oh, oh, oh-oh
No, I have nothing else to do
Nothing to destroy and no one to please

I live on almost nothing
On love and carefreeness
And boredom does me good
It's true, it recenters me

There's no denying, it feels good
To be still, cut the lines and finally see
Everything that moves in the corners
The red ants, the barely moving sky
The clouds of drizzle

Why always want to do better?
Work late for a few bucks
That we'll drink to get drunk
To feel better, but better than what?
For me, it's enough to wave my arms in the air

And deep inside
I have time to watch the flowers grow, oh, oh, oh-oh
No, I have nothing else to do
Nothing to destroy and no one to please

I live on almost nothing
On love and carefreeness
And boredom does me good
It's true, it recenters me

I live on almost nothing
On love and carefreeness
And boredom does me good
It's true, it recenters me

I live on almost nothing
On love and carefreeness
And boredom does me good
It's true, it recenters me

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