Original lyrics

EN

There’s a storm coming down Right above my head There’s no place to be a home But all I need is a bed I quit all good manners and start to feel alive, instead I regret some things I’ve done But I stopped to be haunted I'm a mess wearing pants But you don’t have to look after ‘Cause there’s nothing, no more My day won’t be spoiled, yeah And I thought that limbo comes after the grave Now, I see the freedom I got you can’t take I was locked from inside, pretending to have a life But, somehow, I think it’s done Lies under my tomb the troubles I’ve made my own Resting around my bones All the bohemian suburbs They are not in grief Beside their walls I found some relief Everything is fine In this drunken eternity And I thought that limbo comes after the grave Now, I see the freedom I got you can’t take I was locked from inside, pretending to have a life But, somehow, I think it’s done Lies under my tomb the troubles I’ve made my own Resting around my bones