coda;

I should take a leap, he said
run from this shit and save my life
he looked after my health until he died
he was my sanity, my sanity and my man

we spoke all night sometimes
sometimes we embraced the silence
i told him everything, he was a listener
he was a mystery i never solved, my man

tonight i sing to the stars
with tears duplicating them, i sing:
no i'm not homeless, i'm just a traveller
honey i'm not homeless, i am a traveller

he said he'd cried after we'd spoken
smoking his cigarettes under his fathers window
"your voice is perfect" he said
i told him he was foolish

tonight i cry to the stars
with tears duplicating my sorrow i cry:
i cannot embrace the silence no more
i cannot embrace the silence no more

don't turn off the lights
you know i'm afraid
don't turn off the lights
cause in the darkness, there's something hidden

all the lights are on
let it be that way
all the lights are on
the only way to escape

what does darkness do, to me?
revealing all the pain inside of me

walking in the dark, through a haunted park
that don't scare me
it never scares me
to walk alone

seeing none but dark
that scares me
seeing none but dark
awakens what noone wants to see in me

take me to the light of day
and take this darkness far and far and far and far.. away

is it something in my head
is it something in my head
is it something in my head
is it something in my head......

a wooden conversation on slippery streets
she has preached to listen to the heart
but fails to her own wisdom

closed a case of feelings and threw it in the river
shivering with cold and fear
far away voices in an other dimension, can we fast forward time?

a sad outcome, a saving of one's heart
unexpected as a cloudburst in july
it had to be

Oscar had a hard time coping with his mind
when noisy yellow taxi cars were passing by
so he took the first flight going south
and landed in the jungle

he followed a narrow path surrounded by a haze
hearing purple birds landing like singing planes
and he was longing for that coffee at the corner of the street
in is hometown

he sang the same song over and over again
accompanied by the purple birds singing as the landed
on the branches all around him
and they sang like ooooo......

he said "hey little birds, how come you're so purple
and how come your voices ring so softly but yet so bright?
so please come on little birds, share some of that colour
and teach me how to sing like oooooo..."

but the birds flew away, frightened by his manner
and Oscar kept on walking on his narrow path
and the haze got thicker as Oscar kept breathing
and all of a sudden he was purple as the birds

Oscar said to himself, "hey, ain't this funny?
a moment ago i was white as snow
but now the only snow i know is in my nose"
and he sang like the birds, like oooooo...

but as the night came closer and the haze had faded out
Oscar wanted to go home again
to his yellow taxi cars and his cheap corner coffee
but the path had lead him too far away

Oscar never saw another yellow taxi car
and no cheap corner coffee would be served by very far
cause Oscar had left his town for a new life in the jungle
accompanied by the purple little snowbirds

i hope you grow up into a revolutionary girl
with your hair just like you want it
and your dreams held as the most precious thing you know

i hope you grow up into an extension of who you are today
with your strong will and loud laugh
and keep your hand warm in mine, trusting me as i trust you

i hope you grow up into what ever you want
with your beautiful soul all will be possible
using your heart as your mind, and your mind as your hand

sister, they hold you so close
tie you up in their fear and sorrow
carry you as a little bird in their hands of glass
leave you untouchable as the sun

I on the other side have my ropes bound round my neck
held so tight and never out of sight
his love depending on whether I live my dreams
or swallow the edgy ideals of his

and brother, who are you to yourself
can you sleep at night
are those your footsteps I hear
or are they my dreams wandering away

and mother, how many things we have unspoken
despite the hundreds of hours of words of sorrow
but the deepest sorrow, mother:
if fate has led you here, I shall give myself to the darkness
such love, and mother, what are you given in return.

the day before spring prom
it was 2008
caught in complete understanding
and touching of one another's soul
I was lying in the hammock under bare sky
listening to your stories

the night passed like the october wind
and the morning threw it's light like a fisherman his net
and I stayed awake all those hours
to listen to your stories

the day when candles were lit
still 2008
caught in the coldness of the october wind
and reading words making no sense at all
no tears and no sorrow and no feelings at all
only emptyness and a will to lie down in the wind
and listen to your stories once again

long days of short years later
I still remember your face
but i can't remember your voice anymore
oh I'm so sorry
oh I'm so sorry

jag önskar jag hade en liten segelbåt
med vitmålat skrov och pendlande bom
med knapp plats för en person i ruffen
och två små takfönster
och ett sjungande segel
plats för tankar att svepas med av vinden
och för sorger att drunkna i ljudet av vågskvalpet
tid för lungorna att fyllas med luft till bredden
en orange flytväst bara för mig
en tallrik och ett glas i plast
några konserver
och fullt med vind i seglen
och en väldigt lång resa