Chamomile Bathroom

No sweet view of what I want today
No sweet sound of what I want tomorrow day

I drink a glass of tomato juice every day
And I'm there secretly in the bathroom at two

No window here I cannot hear, cannot see just
A lot of bubbles and the perfume of chamomiles

Attack of a direct Sun
Is anyone decent? I feel
I don't need my eyes
How can I make the sound come out
Just be myself
Walking around just chasing away
Gotta get out now
From the chamomile bathroom, tonight

Is it a simple mind?
Full of conclusions?
If I could only be more simple
I'd cry
Tonight