I feel very lost and alone
Not even the ring of a telephone
Nothing there, perhaps a genie
I need someone feisty
The fog floats down round and round
It flows through the air, without a sound
Throughout the night, I hear it moan
Telling me there’s no one at home
My heart, has become really old
Leaves my house empty, cold
It will stay, mold and rot
Be thankful for the things you’ve got
I feel nothing, not heat, not cold
It will be like this until I’m old
A heart that feels it needs a jolt
Lock her up, with screw and bolt.
There’s nothing much inside of me,
As much as feelings go,
Only a few people see,
But I still can’t say no.
Like a jug, a very small top,
For things to pour inside,
That doesn’t even help me stop,
Wanting to run and hide.
There’s really no place I can go,
A place, to me, that’s safe,
And so I run to and fro,
Seeking another place.
A place where no one is ever mean,
Where no one raises a hand,
That place is deep inside of me,
A place that I can stand.
I can always put up a wall,
So no one sees inside,
But then how, if at all,
Am I to take a side?
Take a stance where I am strong,
A stance where I am free,
Then it will not take too long,
To fill up, the inside of me.
– van –