Now and again it seems worse than it is,
But mostly the view is accurate.
You see your breath in the air as you´ll climb up the stairs
To that coffin you call your apartment.
And you sink in your chair, brush the snow from your hair
And drink the cold away.
And you´re not really sure what you´re doing this for
But you need something to fill up the days.
A few more hours.
There´s a dream in my brain that just won´t go away.
It´s been stuck there since it came a few nights ago
And I´m standing on a bridge in the town where I lived
As a kid with my mom and my brothers.
And then the bridge disappears and I´m standing on air
With nothing holding me.
And I hang like a star, fucking glow in the dark,
For all those starving eyes to see,
Like the ones we´ve wished on.
But now I´m confused. Is this death really you?
And do these dreams have any meaning?
No. No, I think it´s more like a ghost that´s been following us both.
Something vague that we´re not seeing,
Something more like a feeling.