Testo What's going on?

My working days are over and I might live somewhere

Tomorrow on my shoulders another day to bear

Forever and all over I feel like

Johnny
Day

My face upon a poster in some window in

Calais

Time hangs heavy on my hands and my footsteps're uninspired

Kicked out of the bars where I'm a drunkard and a liar

Crying like a dog lost in the night

What is going on?

What is going on?
Is it something in your words of have I got it wrong?

Falling on the ground falling underground

Where I cannot speak a word cannot make a sound I woke up from a short dream with a dazed look in my eyes

Until darkness pulled me under and took me for a ride

Someone said

Time hangs heavy on your hand and your footsteps uninspired

Travelling through the depths of your mind where you just cannot hide

Crying like a dog lost in the night

What's going on?

Oh what's going on?

Oh what's going o o o o on...