I'm renting in my body
I pay the rent with a pittance
The paint is peeling, the walls are cracking
When I'm asked on the street
'What year is it?', I'm not sure
Ask those who know
Why do people walk through me on the street?
Why don't I even remember my own name?
I talk even though I don't know the words
My mother tongue is like Greek to me
I wake up in the evening, fall asleep in the morning
I'm living in a waking dream
I'm alone even though the metro's full of people
They look right through me, even if I grab their hands
Ghosts don't exist
Why do people walk through me on the street?
Why don't I even remember my own name?
Why doesn't the mirror reflect me anymore?
Why don't I even remember my own name?
The railway station is crowded on a Monday
Everyone seems to have a direction to rush to
I'm on the outside, even though I'm standing inside
If I'm already home how can I be homesick?
What does it mean, if you're not part of the story
If you breathe on a window, but it doesn't even fog up
Is this city full of the living dead
Or am I watching from the other side of the screen?
Why do people walk through me on the street?
Why don't I even remember my own name?
Why doesn't the mirror reflect me anymore?
Why don't I even remember my own name?