Текст песни My Van is My Studio

It doesn’t matter anymore When the door doesn’t open And the key doesn’t fit And I stay here inside It doesn’t matter when I shut myself And feel an outsider In an absolute silence Trapped inside It doesn’t matter anymore When I call your name And you don’t hear My van is my studio And now there is nothing anymore My van is my studio And my head I left out For me, not for you Clothes don’t make the man It doesn’t matter Actually, nothing matters anymore When the door doesn’t open And the key doesn’t fit And I stay here inside It doesn’t matter when I shut myself And feel an outsider In an absolute silence Trapped inside And I wanna make sure that you get it baby, lemme repeat it, shall we? It doesn’t matter anymore When I call your name And you don’t hear My van is my studio And now there is nothing anymore My van is my studio And my head I left out For me, not for you Clothes don’t make the man It flies, rebels and echoes When it heals the wound From a pain that burns You will see my nude It flies, rebels and Echoes, echoes, echoes, yeah When it heals the wound From a pain that burns You will see my nude My van is my studio And now there is nothing anymore My van is my studio And my head I left out For me, not for you Clothes don’t make the man My van is my studio (My van is my studio) And now there is nothing anymore (And now there is nothing anymore) My van is my studio (Yeah, yeah, that’s what I'm saying) And my head I left out (And my head I left out) For me, not for you Clothes don’t make the man For me, not for you Clothes don’t make the man For me, not for you Clothes don’t make the man Don’t make the man Don’t make the man