Testo Keep Your Head Up

junk in my room, salted with love letters, rend to pieces, fluttering in the draught of the open window I feel cold just dreaming around in the city walking through the store street and looking for my new shoe size I feel ready trying to complete, all is lost but i keep my head up, head up all friends i meet this time, they`re asking me if I`m fine said I couldn`t feel better just wrote a new love letter I feel accepted keep, keep, keep it up, keep it up