I have found myself in the different world
Little box in my handÂ…there's just a few matches left
Sometimes rains too often, the wind's too cold
To light a fire, to warm up this night

World behind the window has no taste anymore
And my falling desire becomes just a hope
My hands will never get use to these chains of hope
I'll be free forever with your nails of love

My room has naked walls, I paint a lotÂ…
My paintings of life, unfinished onesÂ…
Oh baby – hurt my walls with your nails of love
Help me break the silence of naked walls