★ I met her in a crowded room where the bookshelves help you and knowledge takes your hand/ I watched her beauty from an armchair★
★you cannot touch our hearts when we’re in bloom★
★I can’t live without your breath by past babe/I can’t breathe without your live by my future/ I can’t see clear without your teardrops in my eyes★
★josephine is not your kind , she believes in magic and rhymes/ You tried hard to make her fine But she sleeps with acid ★
★in her head she sees butterflies with pistols★
★stick around your neck/ and see what it can bring/lonely stands the butcher on the ground/ little angel fly, fly among the stars/ Jupiter will comfort you with love … on the way to you between busy moon /crash beneath a window left in bloom/ the days are few my friend and winter comes again/ clap, clap and the boy is to lose★
★filling textures with some tear-weathered note/ and on purpose he just spelled them all wrong★
★oh it’s in the way you set your life on your alarm and hit the snoozy★
★I said I’d die for you, or was it in my head/ I took you down on ouzo and now I think I’d rather see you dead★
★When we met she smelled like honey, when we kissed she tasted tears/ then for 14000 seconds we made love behind old fears★
★When in doubt fuck the world/ forget all the things you've heard★
... wenn ich doch nur annähernd diese assoziationen zustandebringen würde... manchmal hätte ich gern björns frontalcortex...
