Tomorrow I will stretch out 
Like an acrobat 
And make my way to 
What's there 
I will get dressed 
Again, in spite of all 
With a laziness 
Of a circus 
Before or after the performance 
As I'm walking down the many stairs 
Remembering my stunts all over 
Remembering 
I'm sick and like to die 
I will be 
The only not mad woman in the park 
I will be 
What's left of longing on this earth 
It took two weeks to lead up to this agony 
The time without you is so slow 
And thirty years to spot the enemy 
I was not prepared to let you go 
I will be 
The only not mad woman in the park 
I will be 
What's left of longing on this earth