9.00 A.M. in a sad elevator
It will be a long day before tonight.
The neon lights seem stormy at the end.
My face's so white, don't feeling bad
And I can't understand, why.

I'm seeming it as a depressive minor
Or couldn't breathe the air and I d
I try to tell me with my tear for hours:
The friend I need is there for me,
It's lighter in the dark
Oh, my friend is not the same
but I will rescue her from me,
Yeah.