Good day, we always have to be prepared for the name Clueso. Clueso? Yes, your name is Clueso. Thank you. Welcome to the labyrinth of a city in the night And the hope is fading to a little sleep Longingly you hear a look over the leaf And he writes that sign that lies about salvation Embraces me and solemnly closes the receipt Awake I wait for the sleeper Between two bottles spirit Mother soul alone I learn what it means To be a guest of the sun Tomorrow at half past eight the girl knocks And asks how I slept and if she can bring anything else I stay silent, the door next to me, I lean on She says if it takes a while, she'll clean up next door I, I thank myself and turn the man out As if there were no nights, nights in this house I, I thank myself and turn the man out As if there were no nights, nights in this house I, I thank myself and turn the man out As if there were no nights, nights in this house I, I thank myself and turn the man out I, I thank myself and turn the man out