I want to read I want to sleep I want a pat I want to play I want to build I want to destroy I want to be (awake) Every day the same faces Do they still enjoy it Or is it just a means to an end? Whole quarters full of grey gentleman But no momo in sight To light this scenery up With a time flower in her hand Just a little red flower on the desk What would I tell her if she were here Would I manage to get out of here What would i do with so much time What does each of us need to shine Do I own the imagination Or do we all have this little red flower in our head Actually, it's all nonsense Of course I need the money This is well used and saved time I forget what I save for But then I remember my desk again, For which I wanted to buy a nice big red flower