I am in the woods, surrounded by books and little elfs.
I have to be quiet now, they could hear me, they could row.
I am in the living room, without a whisper, until the noon.
Surrounded by my narrow thoughts I cannot feel I cannot love.
I am underneath the sky why should I care I just can lie.
Sleeping around with other men this is me it's all I can.
I try to see where I could be it is not them it is not me.
On a plane a train a ship - I promise I will run for it.
I am lying next to you. Doing things, we should not do.
You put me underneath your knee, underneath your soul I see.
Thousands of nights in this white room my mind has left me
I am insane.
This world has done no good to me I am a prisoner
I am not free.
But torture feels insanely good
After thousand nights by the elves, in the woods.
