Conservatoires I get tired of waiting and searching Every night through the window Watching the city light up In all these nervous delusions Of bright ads That are life lying Every time it goes up The elevator would bring No curses to this woman But when a slow moan Got down from the elevator Rise from my heart Get tired of looking at the complaints And tell your breast, don't love That your love doesn't want you Rest, close the window Forget that disgrace Forget that woman Then I lay down on my chest From this drowsiness to my bed I woke up, what an affliction Thinking that I was hugging you So hard, it pressed Even my own heart So hard, it pressed Even my own heart So I lay down on my chest You came in a dream to my bed I woke up, what an affliction Thinking that I was hugging you So hard, it pressed Even my own heart