My Van is My Studio

It doesn’t matter anymore
When the door doesn’t open
And the key doesn’t fit
And I stay here inside

It doesn’t matter when I shut myself
And feel an outsider
In an absolute silence
Trapped inside

It doesn’t matter anymore
When I call your name
And you don’t hear

My van is my studio
And now there is nothing anymore
My van is my studio
And my head I left out

For me, not for you
Clothes don’t make the man

It doesn’t matter
Actually, nothing matters anymore
When the door doesn’t open
And the key doesn’t fit
And I stay here inside

It doesn’t matter when I shut myself
And feel an outsider
In an absolute silence
Trapped inside

And I wanna make sure that you get it baby, lemme repeat it, shall we?

It doesn’t matter anymore
When I call your name
And you don’t hear

My van is my studio
And now there is nothing anymore
My van is my studio
And my head I left out

For me, not for you
Clothes don’t make the man

It flies, rebels and echoes
When it heals the wound
From a pain that burns
You will see my nude

It flies, rebels and
Echoes, echoes, echoes, yeah
When it heals the wound
From a pain that burns
You will see my nude

My van is my studio
And now there is nothing anymore
My van is my studio
And my head I left out

For me, not for you
Clothes don’t make the man

My van is my studio
(My van is my studio)
And now there is nothing anymore
(And now there is nothing anymore)
My van is my studio
(Yeah, yeah, that’s what I'm saying)
And my head I left out
(And my head I left out)

For me, not for you
Clothes don’t make the man

For me, not for you
Clothes don’t make the man

For me, not for you
Clothes don’t make the man
Don’t make the man
Don’t make the man