Now and then I notice
that I can't laugh anymore
at stuff I used to find funny
Now and then I also realize
and I'd rather be totally alone
Yet the pain is sugar-sweet
So for the final consequence
once again that bit of guts is missing
and the paradox rage about it
by the sh*tty lightness of appearance
Now and then it becomes clear to me
that everything's turned different
than it seems it once was
that I don't like the sun anymore
'cause I can't stand the bright light
Yet the pain is sugar-sweet
and somehow so familiar
So for the final consequence
once again that bit of guts is missing
and the paradox rage about it
by the sh*tty lightness of appearance
Like a square in a circle
even though I've long known
because the bad always stays
and yet the sun shines again
don't give a sh*t what happens
Like a square in a circle
even though I've long known
because the bad always stays
and yet the sun shines again
is more and more constant