We're walking on the crust on the ice That broke under you when you were young We're walking towards the future, they say But we're dying to go home There lies a melancholic joy and though you'll never again be with Those who know who you are
We read One Hundred Years of Solitude I see one coming up I will be quiet from now on and see what happens when silence burns your skin Probably nothing that is usually what goes round Quiet from now on
An hour takes a weekend in this town Kiss me just to shake up something The hands of time go backwards here I swear to God just make up something
You bought your Lonely Planet You're going south, you're starting a career Me, I'm pretending it's because I love this town I'm staying here I stretch out in the sun, say: "Aren't we important, flying off when all of this is around you, but I guess it's expected of you"
The lakes we skate on they break earlier, the break early For every year I've heard the birds fly further north I read the news about the Earth, it's growing warmer now For me, I see it as a sign that you're coming home Keep coming home
An hour takes a weekend there Kiss me just to shake up something The hands of time go backwards here I swear to God just make up something
Just for the sake of something kiss me I mean move to Sweden with me Set my house on fire, do it now Watch the ember
I will be quiet from now on that's how I like being quiet I deal with silence better than anyone I've spent my whole life crying
The lakes we skate on they melt earlier and earlier