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This was a sad day when the disappointment that was my shadow came into the sun and he slapped me dull on the forehead and he told me he had won so I sink into my gentle home the streets won't mind if they don't feel my heavy feet today the bed's inclined to ask me back to stay but if I stay if I stay then I'll stay so now I wonder is there a method to quantify both pain and joy? does mine hurt as bad as yours does? does yours feel as good as mine? and if you live in war can you still keep score of the burdens like bodies piled at your door? and the bodies that lost their chance to be more than bodies Just bodies what muffled meaning does it hold to be told that your story is not the only one? no, not the first nor the last not the best not the worst you are cursed by a regular life Aus Songtexte Mania