- A quiet corner
The newspaper said that you had a stroke
I wonder you were just 24
No Beatles come out from your strawberry lips anymore
"Compose yourself!" "suffragette!" and "Talk to me slowly" and the cheers when my parents were gone
When we cover the distance between happiness and alcohol
So the closest we came to a confident love was the passion we share for champagne
- Big sale Saturday
Float on, with your nightmares
And leave no traces on magazines
I know, I’m sure, the dismal science you walk with
I dressed up like a pioneer
But you soundly wrapped up your home and fear
That soon, this tiny border collapses, and the crowd comes flooding you again
It’s the merry end, of all the things so sad
- Existentialist
Hello…my weeping willow
But you find yourself so gorgeous that you disappear with worry
At your window pane
always so far away
I bumped into you on a day of July you escorted me with your boring life…
You seem satisfied about today statements when you're drunk… someone like you could really do something Why don’t you kill yourself?
Why don’t you disappear? It’s all for free
- My romance, your coma
Come back to me
I mean “your ordinary boy”
The future collapses in your eyes once again
As long as you don’t discover
What’s the matter with your happiness
You might change but the scum remains the same
It’s going by it’s going by but this time you won’t survive
- My soft centre
It’s all about how to disappear now
It’s all about how to get out safe
Good practice will help you tracking back the things you waste
There was time to dance in the hard rain
There was time to blow up/out your mind
Your soft centre is calling her sometimes
Will she reply, will she reply?
- The Exception
You will go hard tonight
You don’t need your Vicodin
You’re probably sober
Better not investigate
Stay cool stay clean
But you’re always on “stand by”
Just like you’re living with someone else’s face