A keresés eredménye

Another's clothes

An unfamiliar word
Sits strangely in my mouth
Tastes new
Tastes like something else
 
Like wearing another's clothes
Wearing borrowed feathers
Feels new
Feels unknown
Unknown
 
Another day
In another life
I will stand without you
Without you
 
Your face was so like home
Your hands fit so well
The words you used were so familiar
But it's been too long now
For me to remember it completely
For me to remember it
For me to remember it
 

She

She's 169 cm and naturally slim
Someone with a high metabolism who eats what she wants
She has long hair when I have short
And she doesn't need to waste time on exercise, gym, and sports
 
She has profits
And the nicest husband
Someone she can be with the rest of her life
She never doubted it
And they had already met when she was 23
 
She's just fine
Of course
She's not perfect
But she's lovely
Of course
 
I bet that she's never been scolded
That she's never been caught red-handed, that she's never messed up
That she's never overeaten
She's the type that shows up to morning meetings fresh and on time
 
Her clothes aren't expensive, but she looks the best in them
She's certainly never been unattractively drunk
She has godchildren in the east
She's environmentally conscious and always puts others first
 
She's just fine
Of course
She's not perfect
But she's lovely
Of course
 
She eats ecologically
She has buttons against fur
She's rarely on Facebook
She has plenty of time
She's cute when she laughs
And I'm not
She takes cloth bags to the store
When she goes shopping
 
She's politically correct
Never asks stupid questions
And she knows so many things that she doesn't talk about
She keeps quiet and she's interesting
When I'm too much and everything all at once
 
And I'm not jealous
Not envious
Of course
I'm better than that
Generous and kind
Of course
 
Yes, she's just fine
Of course
She's not perfect
Maybe a bit boring
Of course
Of course
Of course
 

Entryway

One day at a time
Counting weeks and sometimes minutes
One day at a time
A wait has to have an end
 
If the whole world were a small town
We wouldn't need to spend all those hours on planes
In my arms, inside my door
You'd be at home and not visiting
 
One day, one day
 
One day at a time
Counting weeks and sometimes minutes
One day at a time
A wait has to have an end
 
Too much time to think about
Where you are
What you're doing
Where you're going
I should be there, should be there
 
Are you still at work
Is it getting late again
I should be there, should be there
When you come home
 
I stand in line and time stands completely still
It never goes fast enough for those who wait
But outside it goes by recklessly
And makes me older, makes me tired
 
One day, one day
 
One day at a time
Counting weeks and sometimes minutes
One day at a time
A wait has to have an end
 
My heart whispers it with every beat
In a dream
While I sleep
And I wake up
You're within me, you're within me
 
While I walk
While I read
While I work
You're within me, you're within me
While I wait
 
We aren't made for this
Long distances are for the birds
 
One day at a time
Counting weeks and sometimes minutes
One day at a time
A wait has to have an end
 
In my embrace, inside my door
You'd be at home and not visiting
 

Part of the way

Make it out
Look towards the light
Lift up a heavy head
Find tracks
After a snowstorm
Try to sing without sound
 
Begin
A new story
Put down last year's book
Open up
To a stranger
Feel that this will turn out fine
 
You and I
We're going the same way, I think
Can we walk together part of the way
Are you coming
I've been busy lately
I have something to do I should've done long ago
 
It takes some time
I've always been like this
I know you've struggled to understand
It takes some time
But don't push me
You're not the one who's going
 
You and I
We're going the same way, I think
Can we walk together part of the way
Are you coming
I've been busy lately
I have something to do I should've done long ago
 
Colorless feelings
Without names, without faces, without harbors
Have hung up to dry and faded in the sun
I never had a use for them anyway
 
You and I
We're going the same way, I think
Can we walk together part of the way
Are you coming
I've been busy lately
I have something to do I should've done long ago
 

12 tracks

It was a Sunday
It was a day I had time for
The things I never have time for
I was in the house where I used to live
In a room that was once my castle
 
I cleaned out a box from my old life
With bits of proof that the memories are real
Postcards and pictures and rocks and letters
And a list of wishes I had
 
Found a ticket to a film
I no longer remember seeing
And then an album
Oh, that album!
 
12 tracks burned into me
A summer where my legs were too long
And my hair was too short
12 tracks carefully picked out
By a boy almost 16 years old
Who gave me the best thing I could get
12 tracks so I could understand
 
It was back when the people who were cool
Were the people who were best at pretending
I wasn't one of them and I knew that well
I was never any good at hiding
And we were deeply and hopelessly in love
But only with those who had fallen for someone else
 
We stared in the mirror
And at each other and at pictures and down again
But then you came and gave me that album
 
12 tracks burned into me
A summer where my legs were too long
And my hair was too short
12 tracks carefully picked out
By a boy almost 16 years old
Who gave me the best thing I could get
12 tracks so I could understand
 
I put on my coat and go out into the winter
Tonight I'll drive the long way home
Got an album in hand from someone I once liked
But who liked me more
 
And the time gone by comes back now
Between the tune of 'Mr. Jones' and me
And I think that you knew me
Better than I knew then
 
12 tracks burned into me
A summer where my legs were too long
And my hair was too short
12 tracks carefully picked out
By a boy almost 16 years old
Who gave me the best thing I could get
12 tracks to sing along with loudly
12 tracks so I could understand
 

Without you knowing it

Without you knowing it, you've gotten me
To come out of hibernation and
Sniff at the weather
I often think about what I'd say to you
If you came my way
Hundreds of scenes
You've become the song in my heart
And you can have it if you want
 
Without you knowing it
I'm sitting here beside you
And smiling because you exist
Without you knowing it
I've been looking for you
As long as I can remember
 
Without you knowing it, I've walked past
The building where you live
And pretended I was on my way
On Sunday when you came by boat at four o'clock
I stood on the same pier
And quietly wished you welcome home
You've become the song in my heart
And you can have it if you want
 
Without you knowing it
I'm sitting here beside you
And smiling because you exist
Without you knowing it
I've been looking for you
As long as I can remember
 
But you've become too much for me now
And I've gotten too old to think like this
 
Without you knowing it, I've made a list
Of songs I want to play for you if I can
I turn around to look for you in the crowd
Afraid that you'll mistake me and walk past
 
Without you knowing it
I'm sitting here beside you
And I'm thankful that you exist
Because I think you are
Someone who can understand
Part of you lives in me now
Without you knowing it
 

Umbrella

Have you thought about
How it is with umbrellas
I used to only think about them when it rained
I left mine behind on a wet and dirty bus floor this morning
Didn't remember it until now
Hours away and too late
 
There are days
Where the street is covered in nice umbrellas
People cling to them as if life depended on it
As if it was a lover they held onto so faithfully
But when the sky is empty, the street is full
Of old umbrellas left behind
 
And everyone who
Has left them behind won't miss them
No, they won't give them a thought until the next time they need them
They won't go back to look for them
No, they'll go out to buy a new one
Who cares about a forgotten umbrella
 
Like a Christmas tree in January
Like the winner of last year's prize
Like the shot no one takes
Like yesterday's newspaper
 
And it's about
So much more than umbrellas
It's about only meaning something when you're needed
It's about being forgotten and taken for granted
Take care of the umbrella you have
It's what gives you shelter when it rains
It's what gives you shelter when it rains
 

Then you came

Gray mornings dimmed the day and made me restless
Time ran away from me as if I'd done it wrong
I had fallen off the wagon, tumbled overboard
I was incapable
But then you came
 
Days and weeks ran into each other and every day became Monday
My heart disappeared and my hands turned numb and cold
I was too late, I was too early, I thought too much
But didn't know anything
But then you came
Then you came
 
My dreams had turned pale, my goals almost forgotten
My longing was tame and tired
There were heavy, dark clouds with rain that never fell
I'd forgotten to remember all I was missing
And forgotten where I was going
But then you came
But then you came
But then you came