Home - home in the late-night

And away - away in the half-life

Except saturday - crushed by the boring

Until played and plagued by the tourists again



When once you had believed it

Now you see it's sucking you in



To string you along with the pretense

And pave the way for the coming release



Alone and prone in the half-light

And late- late to the real-life

If you will find a way into the gold rush

You will stay until the morning comes

You will normalize

Don't it make you feel alive