I can't be alone on my own For too long I'm a wilted flower When I miss you so ♪ I can't tell my feelings apart anymore Even when I reason with myself I'm no closer When the therapist operated on me He simply raised his eyebrows and said, "Life, man" This could be a feeling I can't tell This could be the season I just don't know it This could be a dream And I'll wake up Get up, brush your hair and start the day at midday In the meantime In the meantime ♪ This could be a fever And I'll recover There could be some reason I just don't know it I could be dreaming Pinch me Freshen up and seize the rest of this forsaken day In the meantime Get up, brush your hair and start the day at midday In the meantime In the meantime