Will He Come From His Castle

Engels/Mutsers    

I was sleeping on a sofa
running in the rain
laughing like a lunatic under a train
I'm feeling a bit strange
I wonder if I die
a little bit confused
I wish I could tell you why
nervous, uncertain or is it insecure
I wish I could tell you what it is
but I'm not really sure-

will he come from his castle
and give me hand
will he that partner to me and my band
is he unlike the others, who talk like a friend
and that's all they do well:
talk and pretend.
 
I've been walking on the water
and talking to the trees
I was all in for resurrection
I've been practicing on my knees-
now I'm losing my grip, I have to let go
but it's no tragic trip, as far as I know
I'm swimming in my sweat
drunk, down or dead'
did anybody see when or where i lost my head

Will he come from his castle...