The Whereabouts Of Love

　　The Whereabouts Of Love

　　Maximilian Hecker

　　In a room suffused with light

　　I spend my hours waiting

　　Waiting for the nightfall

　　And I wonder if my life

　　Is blissful or appalling

　　If silence is my laughter

　　I hone my heart down to the bare bones

　　Down to the pieces that are needed to survive

　　And spend my life cruising on my own

　　As I don’t care about the whereabouts of love

　　The whereabouts of love

　　Is reclusiveness a curse

　　Or could it be a blessing?

　　A wall against disorder?

　　While it shields me from the rain

　　It causes me to dry out

　　And counteracts my blooming

　　I hone my heart down to the bare bones

　　Down to the pieces that are needed to survive

　　And spend my life cruising on my own

　　As I don’t care about the whereabouts of love

　　The whereabouts of love

　　I hone my heart down to the bare bones

　　Down to the pieces that are needed to survive

　　And spend my life cruising on my own

　　As I don’t care about the whereabouts of love

　　The whereabouts of love

　　I hone my heart

　　Someday I’ll

　　I hone my heart

　　Someday I’ll

　　I hone my heart down to the bare bones

　　I need to survive

　　And spend my life cruising on my own

　　Cruising on my own