Trying to fix a hole,
trying to fix a hole in the soul,
where it is as if the wind does blow,
and empty of heart,
and falling apart,
and hiding it so others do not know,
yet again,
fixing a hole,
fixing a hole in the soul,
where it is as if the wind does blow,
oh, such a repetitive thing,
but what can you do when you have no song to sing,
and you are empty and void and always cold,
cold of heart,
cold of heart and torn apart,
always with heartbreak and no love,
and trying to fix a hole,
always trying to fix a hole in the soul.
