-How do you feel if you wake up in the morning remembering all the bad dreams you had last nights ? Anyone and everyone you have ever seen in your life have just appeared in your dream?
I tell you: You will be in an extremely bad mood, tired and angry...
So it better not rain this morning,
The bus-stop better not be crowded this morning,
The quiz better not be hard this afternoon,
Or else.

-Or else what?!

-Exactly!

PS. It's raining...

That black strong coffee we drank together that time
Made me hyper
Do you remember?
That time in December
With the snow, the fog and the claustrophobia
Still can't remember?
Let me put it this way:
I'm still hyper...

Empty Streets

The city feels clean this time of night
Just empty streets and me walking home to clear my head

I know it came as no surprise
I’m affected more than I had guessed on what was said

If the smile’s not meant to be
If the heart’s not ready to open
If we make it I won’t see how it’s broken

It’s the quiet time before the dawn
And I’m half past making sense of it, was I wrong?

Should I claim to give it all
In a world where not much ever seems to last long

If the smile’s not meant to be
If the heart’s not ready to open
If we make it i won’t see it’s broken

If the smile’s not meant to be
If the heart’s not ready to open
If we make it I won’t see how it’s broken

How it’s broken…

If the smile’s not meant to be
If the heart’s not ready to open
If we make it i won’t see it’s broken

If the smile’s not meant to be
If the heart’s not ready to open
If we make it I won’t see how it’s broken

How it’s broken…

If the smile’s not meant to be
If the heart’s not ready to open
If we make it i won’t see it’s broken

If the smile’s not meant to be
If the heart’s not ready to open
If we make it I won’t see how it’s broken

How it’s broken…

The City feels clean this time of night.
Just empty streets and me walking home to clear my head.
No it came this moon so bright.
I'm affected more than i had guessed.
What was it?

It's a quiet time before the dawn.
And i'm half past making sense of it, was i wrong?

I've been to all the familiar places
I've been running like a sentence never begun
I've been looking for a way to let you know
I've got nothing left to fill the spaces...

Every cloud in the sky
Every place that I hide
Every sound that I hear
Every thought that I fear
Tell me that I
I was wrong
I was wrong to let you go

It’s the little things that make you crazy
Like the thought of someone touching your skin
I can see you everywhere I go
You could be in a sea of faces
It could be the rumour of your grin
Swimming in the river as it flows

Every cloud in the sky
Every sound that I hear...