2019.01.22.
Blue Nights
May, April, the air is metallicRadio waves from blue houses in the north
You throw up under a bridge in Slussen
As if it makes any difference
Everything is quiet except for feedback and screaming
Panic in your eyes on the bus home
Houses slowly swaying in the rush
In an IKEA-home
Buttoning your jacket and folding up your collar
You're already defeated and beaten
There are blue nights and black days
Blue nights and black days
Blue nights, blue nights
Blue nights and black days
Know the names, all the streets and alleys
But still lost like a drunken soldier
Only ashes remain after everything burns
Only ashes remain
Every single bridge, every park and bar here
They all carry echoes of broken glass
Rain falls and you fall with it
There are only ashes left
You know very well that you've broken the law
Clocks tick and never turn back again
There are blue nights and black days
You've turned your back to everything
And gone over the line
You've broken everything that was whole
Just to see how it feels
Completely quiet except for the headache
The cold places a bandage around your neck
Trying to remember what it was
But it wasn't anything at all
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