Songtext:
Endless evenings of non-exist Langenfeld Internetgestaltung Are getting shorter, monotonous Like an intruder, I belong outside Folie für Schaufenster Although I find myself right back The same place I was before kindergeburtstag einladung Saying things I'd say once more There's no reason for me to be here, no pretty ballerinas I feel so lonesome, surrounded by friends Who are talking about me, saying things I could care less about Immobilien Unna This dialogue is without Worth, content, significance Nachrichten aktueller Conversational ambivalence Hear the same things every night, it just ain't right Flyer Layout I'm not the one to hold the bag Give me something I can sink my teeth into Show me a time, tell me a story That I haven't heard a million times before I pass out from boredom As I watch the people pass I see moments in their lives, nothing fascinating Are we all living for the past, never realizing We're clinging to an empty bag Lacking content, significance Conversational ambivalence Say the same thing every night, it just ain't right We'll see who's left holding the bag
