Glue Head - Yello

This is Thursday morning, bright light in my room

This is Thursday morning, silly sun too soon

Feeling dull and hollow, like an empty tin

Nothing I can follow, nowhere I could spin

Mirrors in the toilet show my face

On this very morning desperate case

I’m walking to the window

Look down to the street

A hundred thousand people following their feet

Moving in a big machine

Trying to protect their dream

Who can tell me what’s the meaning

Who can help me drop the ceiling

Wall to wall I’m walking, take a bottle off the shelf

To the floor I’m talking, to the floor and to myself

Watch it, what’s this day, two thousand days to stay

Oh I lost my meaning

Much to much too bad a feeling

Much much much too much to feel it

My head feels full of glue

Still by the window, touch my face

Touch my eyes, start to race

Oh oh that meaning

Much to much too bad a feeling

Much too much, alright