Maybe it was a cloud
In your eyes the sky became grey
Mine are mistaken
For it surely wasn't a tear
The sky is blue
Your eyes shrink like blue jeans
My eyes ache
They have both dried out
Maybe it was a dream
Maybe my brain is tumble-dried and emptied
Washed out and washed up
Otherwise I would have never forgotten
Maybe I have a shell
A hard impenetrable beetle shell
Of outgrown clothes
A little child who can reach the ceiling
Why can't I get myself into your blue jeans
1 | Dom Andra |
2 | VinterNoll2 |
3 | 747 |
4 | Music Non Stop |
5 | En Himmelsk Drog |
6 | Ingenting |
7 | Berlin |
8 | Gravitation |
9 | Sjukhus |
10 | Taxmannen |