I look back sometimes
And all I see are bitter smiles
Or two children
Sitting on the roadside
Who play marbles

Carefully, deep in thought
And never smile
At that moment, however,
My bed takes the form
Of a coffin
The ceiling of my room
Becomes horizon and limit oh

And my eye is slow
Am I happy? I don't know
Was I happy? Surely not
So what I'm looking for?
What I'm searching for?
What do I want from my past?

Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
But just maybe
It's Great Expectations
But just maybe...
Maybe