I rather spend my life
Where I built a whole world,
Where words formed sentences
And live on this double line,
Then out of my mind,
Where words can\'t save me.
I spend my sentences
For breaking and entering.
I witnessed a slim silhouette
Step in your lonely home,
So I followed it with a deep intake
And the scene changed – I was charged.
And the thin thread that kept us apart
Suddenly became a band.
I craved you like a dream
I can\'t quite remember.
The way your love broke my heart
I need a quiet December.