Nobody else is here anymore
On the armchair in my room
I think of you with my hands
I don't feel like going out
You always have to run away
On the armchair in my room
I think of you with my hands
Again and again sweet outrage
Not controlling the way to stop
I'm already tired of that
Today I'm going to scream
I'm going to walk with my feet
I'm already tired of that
Today I'm going to scream
I'm going to walk with my feet
I thought I heard your voice
I start to slide in the armchair for imagination
I feel you surrounding me
On the armchair in my room
I think of you with my hands
Again and again sweet outrage
Not controlling the way to stop
I'm already tired of that
Today I'm going to scream
I'm going to walk with my feet
I'm already tired of that
Today I'm going to scream
I'm going to walk with my feet
Nobody else is here anymore
On the armchair in my room
I think of you with my hands