torstai 23. helmikuuta 2012


I use my orange dress to clean up my TV from dust
That´s my vision of a true class or then just
the life I dreamt I had was not

A Porsche for my dad and a microphone

Pencils on a table that has no need to be washed

I looked back and I saw lights and laughter
Looking in means nothing more than more questions
I´m not looking for that

I´m looking for wine, colours and lust

Ain´t this life more than stains, wanting and such

I love my orange dress, sometimes I love you as much
And this life is slipping, trying to hold on
too much