Such an ordeal to endure
All these frets nothing's pure
All hearts are well equipped with loopholes
Nothing means that much to me
My story's written on the screen
Indifference versus sympathy
Real life is on TV
When you're on your own
You sing heyayah
The space in me turns to a gap
The offered seat turns to a trap
When you're on your own
You sing heyayah
Sitting there with tied hands
Right behind your self made fence
Next to roads full of walking waxdolls
It doesn't mean a thing to me
I will be mirrored in the screen
Indifference versus sympathy
Real life is on TV
When you're on your own
You sing heyayah
The space in me turns to a gap
The offered seat turns to a trap
When you're on your own
You sing heyayah
Is it me
Or is it you
Or am I we
Am I true
Am I keen
Am I you
Is it me
Indifference versus sympathy
Real life is on TV
When you're on your own
You sing heyayah
The space in me turns to a gap
The offered seat turns to a trap
When you're on your own
You sing heyayah
Is it me
Or is it you
Am I we
Or am I true
Am I keen