THIRST
You fell in love with the wind
and got blown away in a storm
floating upon silver grey clouds
until spring breezes bend the trees
and turn the leaves autumn colors
falling like tears and bleeding the Earth dry

Can you feel this
Mother Earth
You are letting us fly
Whist keeping us sailing into the wind

You can call it guilt
You can call it compassion
but whatever it is
in my time machine everything can happen

You can call me a murderer
You can call me a saint
whatever you call me
I still feel this deep and sorrowfull pain

You can beg to me
You can pray to god
but all I have to do is live
and at a push of a button I'll be gone

The jacaranda bloom
colors of my crimson heart
childhood rain like sorrow
beating the earth

That form streams
then rivers
cutting deep gourges
down the middle of my back

You are a word I cannot spell...yet

I will love you
to death
and when you are dead

I will love you to life again
and we will fall hand in hand
from one life to the next

in love but dead

She was like an itch
I couldn't scratch

out of reach

But I knew she was there

When I met her
I was a book
with a glossy cover

Read the last page
you'll know how I end
fill in the blanks
you'll understand

I can change my titles
and my pages dont add up
but she reads me like a bookworm
its hard to keep up

(she falls asleep)

Now I have met her
I am a book with a glossy cover
but with substance
and now a good ending

Read between the lines
read me a chapter for each night
open or closed
I'll let you decide

You left me spinning
on my feet
toes clenched
with the prospect of defeat

Jag är kär i dig
är du i mig?

Du var rar mot mig
var jag det mot dig?

Är du kär i mig
Nej?

Vi var ett par
dig o mig