Eleven past twelve,
I have strong doubts about myself,
Sometimes I say things
Later I regret,
I don’t want to make a fool of myself...

If you want me,
Open your heart,
I need you close to me.
We are all prisoners of our dreams...

Air is heavy,
I can’t walk,
The floor is moving around,
Am I alone?
I can’t control myself,
I can’t control myself.

If you want me,
Open your heart,
I need you close to me.
We are all prisoners of our dreams...

Awake me with gentle words,
I can’t control myself...
It’s 11 past 12.

And if you want me,
Open your heart,
I need you close to me.
We are all prisoners of our dreams...