Caught in a dreamlike substance of my choice
Open is my head and receptive to every voice
Up is my mind and open to the probe
When will they finally believe I really want to go home?

Caught in a dreamlike substance of my choice
Open is my head and receptive to every voice
It's me! I want to go home
Third night ‘til late, if they will give me the chance?

I want to livе in nowhere again
now coming down by the light
I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I was alivе
I wish I wish I wish I was alive