Tekster: Status Quo. Spare Parts. Nothing At All.

There's a man sitting in a concrete room
In a place full of emptiness and gloom
With his head in his hands he's far away
It's a long time ago since yesterday

And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
In his world of nothing at all

As a boy he had made so many friends
Now they're gone loneliness just never ends
And in that cold concrete room he trials the day
Yes, the price of a life is hard to pay

And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
In his world of nothing at all

Close your eyes, there's nothing more to see
Close your eyes and thank the world you're free

There's a man sitting in a concrete room
In a place full of emptiness and gloom
With his head in his hands he's far away
It's a long time ago since yesterday

And now his hands catch the tears that start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
And now his hands catch the tears that start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
And now his hands, like the tears start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
Yes, now his hands, like the tears start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
In his world of nothing at all
Yes, now his hands.....