The morning is cold, the sky it is gray, Christmas is over since yesterday, I look out of thewindow into an unfriendly world, I'm missing my dream, I'm missing my girl.It feels like I lose, it feels like I lose, it feels like I lose myself, make me a coffee,but I pour it away, lay down on my sofa for half of the day.Haddock and heartache,tremble and tears, lost in myself, lost in my fears, it feels like I lose, it feels like I lose, it feels like I lose myself.It feels like I lose, it feels like I lose myself, make me a coffee, but I pour it away, lay down on my sofa for half of the day.These are the days,I don't trust in myself.These are the days,I want to be somewhere else.These are the days,I really hate like hell.No other kingdom but me.The DuPontThe DuPontThe DuPontThe DuPontThe DuPontThe DuPontMyau letterMyau letterboulevardMyau letterAnd these are the days I don't trust in myselfAnd these are the days I want to be someone elseAnd these are the days I really hate like hellBut the fog it is lifting and I'm stepping outsideI'm pumping my bike up to go for a rideI see lots of people with a Christmas-y smileI see some white herring, they're a guest for a whileI don't want to lose, don't want to loseI don't want to lose myselfI'm watching the sun down, it's time to ride homeMy fingers are cold, chill to the boneI can't sight of a houseI see one friendly lightMy lady is homeAnd we got tonightI don't need this blueDon't need this blueI don't need this blueNo more