Dawn cross the door
and it breaks the silence
of my waking hours
and my heartbeat's license
(*)for i hate the trees
and i hate the flowers
and i hate the buildings
and the way they tower over me
can't you see
i get so frightened
no one else seems frightened
only me, only me
I can but see
that the sun has risen
to my window, my world
of my home sweet prison
(*repeat)