Sitting Below

Reading through the old texts,

I've written once.

Listening to the old songs,

I've sung once.

Cannot remember the lyrics,

cannot remember the chords,

cannot remember at all.

I'm empty and I'm breathless

and I'm sitting below.

Looking out of the window,

watching the passing day.

Searching for a reason,

that makes me stay.

Don't know if I shall surrender,

don't know where I could go,

don't know what else I could show.

But now I am careless,

'cause I'll be sitting below.