I am lying down in a dark room For ages like a blind man. with a hope of doors will crack aside And there might come in Sunshine. Staring roof holes with endless hopes And there might come in sunshine. My morning and evening set in the dark room, Time goes on in the absence of sun. What I ate I don't realize, How it taste I don't recognize. Am I blind or the room is dark? The fear of losing still chilling my spine. with a hope of doors will crack aside And there might come in Sunshine. Staring roof holes with endless hopes And there might come in sunshine. with a hope of doors will crack aside And there might come in Sunshine. Staring roof holes with endless hopes And there might come in sunshine.