Ooh...when the sun comes upnAnd the shimmering light is just too muchnThat's when you know you've had enoughnOoh...when the sun comes upnnThere's no word for how you feelnThere's no word for how you feelnnOoh...everything is made of glassnOne false move, and it will cracknOh how you wish the sun would just turn backnOoh...and everything is made of glassnnBut there's no word for how you feelnThere's no word for how you feelnThere's no word for how you feelnThere's no word for how you feelnnNot even in, German