text: It suddenly feels like a new year
  Like Im a million miles away from here
  I can see some kind of light here
  Although I wont name it
  I want to talk about moonlight
  I want to talk about the wild child, you know
  That real wild one, dancing alone
  In the middle of the whirlpool
  Spinning tales about silence
  About radio silence
  About some kind of asylum
  In the middle of an empty field full of danger
  Its strange I dont feel like Im a stranger
  I feel like I belong here
  I feel like Ive been waiting for a long time
  And now I can tell you some stories
  Stories about the madmen
  Stories about the dream-child
  You know, that real wild one
  Who dance alone
  In the middle of the whirlpool
  And I can tell you about silence
  About radio silence
  About some kind of asylum
  In the middle of an empty field full of danger
  If you want it
  It suddenly feels like a new year
  Like Im a million miles away from here
  I can see some kind of light here
  Although I wont name it
  I want to talk about moonlight
  I want to talk about the wild child, you know
  That real wild one, dancing alone
  In the middle of the whirlpool
  Spinning tales about silence
  About radio silence
  About some kind of asylum
  In the middle of an empty field full of danger