 
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 | Vi är inte längre där | 
| 3 | VinterNoll2 | 
| 4 | Om du var här | 
| 5 | 747 | 
| 6 | Music Non Stop | 
| 7 | En Himmelsk Drog | 
| 8 | Ingenting | 
| 9 | Berlin | 
| 10 | Gravitation |