He´s singing pretty little lies
about fire and about time
when album covers on the floor meant
only sex and a good time

I´m looking at him and nodding my head
Thinking, and watching, and grinding my leg
Yearning, and waiting
Let´s get the fuck out and wake up in your bed

He´s so full of shit but he knows how to play it cool
I´m playing like I don´t know it,
I like to play by the rules
It´s just that sometimes I forget the book

He´s singing "ooh, baby, baby"
and looking my eye
Want´s to lick his lips I´m sure
but I got first to lick mine

Arise

Tell me a joke
I want to know
Just what kinds you like
And when it gets bright
and Sun´s about to rise
I´ll go and get home

Should´ve, could´ve, would´ve

I miss you, I´m missing him,
I need him to get under my skin
I need someone to know
what it feels like when there´s something
something that can´t be put into words
But something
something that can only get worse

It should´ve been love
It should be cry
There should be tears falling from the sky
It should be dark if it gets cold
and you should be near when I get old
It should be something else
than this
when cry doesn´t come and all I do is
miss

There´s memories in the air
but I still haven´t made that charm
and you´re not around
Like what the fuck
You should be right here next to me
listening to these sad songs and
laying your hand on me
Kissing softly my cheek and
tasting like dark wine
I should´ve not had

I need you, I´m needing him
I need him to kiss away this grim
I need someone to know
what it feels like to bury something
something that should´ve not been found
Under the smiles
under the laughter and being proud

It could´ve been fun
It could be sweet
There could be tears of joy falling
It could get severe and taste like sin
and you could be the one taking me in
When it gets rough and it gets cold
and I couldn´t fake anymore to be bold
maybe I could weep

Like hey, where are you now,
when I´m ready to fall and
I´m giving it all
to anyone who wants a part of me
A limb or thought, I know
word´s a sword
Fuck, open the door and kiss me to death
Love me and please take my breath
away

I know it´s you,
and it´s always been
You are too good to be a dream
You´re my lighthouse and haven,
you know it´s true
I was just born to be a fool
I dream and I want to sleep,
sleep with you next to me
Forget all that´s not us
and open my eyes to see
I do

Nobody Said Anything About Being a Fool

She wants to believe she got it right
at the first time,
like a guess in a game
when the branches crackled in the frost
and the heart flew a bit like a stony raven
just a bit by bit
but it still flew

He hates that she tends to think she´s right
like those times when she knew he wasn´t alright
even though he thought he played it quite fine
she made up her mind and decided to get under his skin,
playing a parasite within

Nobody said anything about being a fool
When there´s walls and faces you can´t get through
There´s some little rocks that drop between the teeth
and it would be so easy to break it all
Fracture it all that you knew was meant to do
so

So she believes what she wants to,
with hearing all the sounds but not much listening
And he forgets to tell what really made all the misery
All the softness of a good night kiss
and the pulse and beats of the trembling bliss
when they wait for each other to plead them dry
With the last goodbye

They must get stronger all the time
though the mornings get harder
and the sleep gets thin and slender
She refuses to wake up and he won´t go to sleep
They pretend to dream dreams
while the skin gets warm and tender

Small movement of a finger tip
plays an invitation
Well maybe they could reach each other
in this blue dimension
Dance away the dust of the time
and embrace like they once used to
before waking up

Something moved under it all
when they sighed right at the same time
Nothing was said, dreams didn´t get broken
Something in the corner of an eye told though
that something got left in the dream
and the dream could´ve not been remembered
Morning dust

She couldn´t get through
and he didn´t get enough
Nobody said anything about being a fool
Sometimes dreams just don´t come true
But what can you do than just
sleep on it and
sleep it on through

Otto is the Name pt 2

Oh she looks so average
and pretty and lonesome that way
That he can not but help it
to try to put a smile upon her face
And she smiles a little, timid, tender,
says she doesn´t believe a word
And he knows she doesn´t have to,
if she knows her value and worth
Which is basically nothing,
now, when she´s never heard
In a quarter of a second he paints a picture in his mind
That maybe in a different place and a different time
She could´ve found somebody to hold on tight,
to die for, to smile through life
But now she´s here with him
in an alley so dark and quiet
She´s walking with him like he could show the way
and doesn´t worry about the ending
He could easily let go of her, let her go away
But it seems like she wants to hold on,
like she doesn´t want to let go and like
she doesn´t have a place to go
Figuring that out makes him less interested
and he let´s go of her hand and leaves her
He leaves her speaking to herself for a couple of seconds
before she understands that she´s been left alone again
A tender sparkle runs from her eye to her cheek
and she wonders what did she do wrong this time
Little she knows she got lucky that night
´cause she didn´t get sliced
And all that just because of her tender smile,
lonesome sparkle in her eyes and something in her
that said ”I wouldn´t mind to die”
He may have seen it all in just a few lines,
she wasn´t ready to fight enough for her life
And he got back on trying to find a perfect kind
of love that leaves the body cold inside
when the blood isn´t all that he could grind

The Scarp

Hey,

did you say something?
Did you call the one you should´ve not
and forget the names and bucket lists
Just to feel like you could let go

You just explain your own words
and try to find a meaning
Even though your bones know
you´d shiver anyway

Her eyes look like moon beams
and his neck's fuzz feels like love
And they count the words they could possibly say
before the clock turns on their way

To say they´re lonely

"Hey,

you´re lonely"
and empty inside
hollow and useless
as the frozen seashells of the shore

And shortly
someone is missing
and another´s left alone
Nobody´s winning
as they already know

Hey,

did he whisper her name?
While the nights got cold,
and the jokes got old,
did he prompt her?

Even though if he didn´t,
she must´ve heard something
´cause she was ready to run,
ready to say she heard nothing

And hey,

I´m just watching
I´m just listening the wind as it´s breathing
All I can do is let them jump
If they can handle the cold crack
and then
leave them

Trembling their fever,
hypothermia,
7 minutes of luck as they lose it all
and gasp for the last memories of bliss
before they unbind

Games in 1993 Mode

He said:
"You don´t need to do it right
as long as you do something"
I grind my teeth and bite my lip
He makes me crazy though I shouldn´t give a shit
but I want him to walk with me
Before the Sun gets up,
before his eyes are shut,
before I need to wake up

I have curls in my hair
and lips painted as a bundle of dried roses
waiting to rise up to life
I coloured them without a smile
Thinking how he said
"you looked a lot better
when you didn´t look that way"
He left me wonder something clever to say

And I love to swing, whirl and spin,
make myself invisible again
Blow some kisses that mean nothing
Say goodbyes without feeling a thing
I have my dices just as you have yours
and the aces where my place is
Wherever I lay my head, they might say,
rootless bitch,
haven´t felt home sick in a while
and right now my home is this

He laid his lips too close to my neck,
said: "I want to feel your breath"
but I knew he was just in a need of a ride,
and I was in the right place at the right time
So I said I need to get my dreams in line
and I think you are ready to step behind"
He looked at me like he looked at his mother
when he was 14 and in need of a lover,
thinking "I´m gonna show you in a way or another,
I´m the one who makes the decisions
and you´re not in the place to decide for me"

I let him smell my skin and dance with me
thinking that´s something that sets me free
He said he likes to spin with me
and listen to the songs of 1993
But little did he know those songs make me cry
I forced to close my eyes good and
pressed myself to get blind
"my eyes get bright when I see you lie"
He didn´t hear me and that´s just fine

I´ll be choosing my dress real precise this night,
make my hair so pretty and my eyes real wide
I´ve rehearsed my lines and to be a simple kind,
simple kind of a girl, just right
So he´d say "you´re the one and only one
and the right one so let´s have fun"
I might stagger and waver,
ask him to hold me and forget her
The one with lips as pine flowers,
hair as the sundown in LA

I wait him to smell my hair and compliment my dress
as he always does in the end,
as he always pays me the night well spent
And when he finally says something real
I shut down ´cause I hear him speak
Short he´s real and not enough for me
but for the first time I really see him,
saying "I was lost in the fire last time
and I´m afraid to feel
´cause my skin still hurts"
and I know he means his mind
because life and love might burn

I look at his face and he makes me sad,
thinking he´s still 14 and he´s still mad
He just wants a ride back home
and I was there at the right time and alone
He doesn´t even like the colour of my dress,
my skin´s too pale and my lips too dark
But for me everything else is less
and I like mornings better with it
My armour of lies is better than the defect

By the morning time I have cleared my mind
I can listen to the sad songs of 1993
Strip down and breathe
Fix him off from my dreams,
him saying:
"I didn´t like your feather earrings for real"
and I´m thinking,
"well fuck you, then, and fuck your
pine flower lipped dream"
But, of course, my dreams are new next week

He said:
"If I could choose I´d be free
not with anyone else but me
without any burn marks and hurt
without my girl with LA hair and
maybe your red dress turned into skirt
on my pine wooded bedroom floor"

Down to the Desert

I got my heels and you´ve got your car
Let´s get out, I say; let´s get far
The sky is blue and my teeth are strong
Let´s get down to the desert rock
Let´s get down to the desert,
let´s be wrong

You stomped some roses to get some thorns
You asked me to blow and the hurt was gone
The valley´s wide and the sea is far
Let´s burn some sand and let´s find love
Let´s get down to the desert,
let´s get dumb

We have our rockets and some gasoline
You´ve waited so long to get free
The ditches burn and the road is long
Let´s get down to the desert ball
Let´s get down to the desert,
let´s get it all

They have their guns, drugs and taunts
They´ve waited us to get out for so long
The sky is red as my lips and your teeth
Let´s go and burn some rubber and heels
Let´s get down to the desert,
let´s get down to the desert
please

The Moth

What does it look like
from the other side of the transparent box?
I bet we look like we´re liquid,
like we´d disappear as a water drop
But I realized something this morning:
that I couldn´t handle all this as I thought
I´ve felt so strong and insurmountable
but after all I´m still just a moth

It´s easy to be invisible
and easy to hold on tight
But to fly on a Sunday morning
isn´t as fly as on Friday night

You tried to offer some candy
though I´ve been raised too good for that
But all the amount you handed
almost turned a good girl into bad

What did we feel like
when you had the chance to mimic our lives?
I think we were too tangible,
too real to have a good bite
But I´m sure it´s going to be just fine,
all just dandy in time
We will disappear into the Sun
and reappear only by night time

You see it´s easy for me to get by
and I don´t even know why
I should´ve felt a lot more
- guess I´m too vacuous inside

Every day feels so much
and so little at the same time
I wonder it would be easier
to be a dragonfly

What did it sound like
through the glass and the purr?
Maybe it sounded like air,
like nothing was even heard
It´s good to find a nest or den
which ever suits you the best
Maybe it´s now or never and then
you are just like the rest

You remember
It´s easy to be invisible
and easy to hold on tight
But to fly on a Sunday morning
isn´t as fly as on Friday night

Prism

I think you like the blue
just like i do

I think you like to play cold
just like to unfold
what I think of you

I´ve burnt my pink candles
and counted all my ravens
There was no special occasion
I was just thinking about that night

It looks like it´s snowing
white mist is landing
and it makes me ponder
should I keep on descending

O Jack keep on singing about the blindness
let me wrap myself in your sleep
Let the blue come on over you
and let it feed
Let it come into me
and capture all this perplexity and need
Let it feed from this body so cheap
and drink it self to black, replete

I´m dumb enough to feel numb
and I can´t cry when I think about you

There´s this need to burn all those candles
I´m on the red ones right now
Love is green and pain is sweet
and hands on my body feel discreet
even though I´m on the wrong side baby

It looks like it´s raining
and I love to watch those teardrops
Colours that make us free inside
I want to walk at night
Memories are made up
so they are made up right

O Jack keep on singing about the blindness
let me wrap myself in your sleep
Let the blue come on over you
and let it feed
Let it come into me
and capture all this perplexity and need
Let it feed from this body so cheap
and drink it self to black, replete

I´m sure it was snowing
when I found the one I love
Blue started to grow on us
as it started to look like god

It´s the matter of time,
place and pick up lines
And that if I left
I needed to leave right

I´m tired of feeling nothing
though it makes me strong inside
I think I can do anything
´cause I don´t feel alive
Sometimes it confuses me
´cause I don´t remember
which mask is mine
Maybe I have crossed the line
so I have nothing to lose than time