Xe-None

I close the door in the morning
Close as it was
the cover of a coffin
Look at me for the last time
Last kiss good-bye
I meet the dead
When evening comes
The evening fell down
And you came home
With empty cold eyes
And empty cold soul
You swallowed your supper,
You crashed into bed
My life with you
Is like a day of the dead
Day by day you become the dead
Nothing changes nothing is to wait
Day by day from eight to five