9.00 AM in a sad elevator
It will be a long day before tonight
The neon lights seem stormy at the end
My face so white, don´t feeling bad and I can´t understand
Why

I´m seeing it as a depressive minor
Or couldn´t breathe the air and on the ground
I try to tell me with my tearful voice
The friend I need is there for me, it´s lighter in the dark
Oh, my friend is not the same
But I will rescue her
From me.

Yeah.