[ Tekst: Magne Neby ]
Less conscious than awake, its morning in a drunken ache and I’m on the train.
Concentrating not to sleep,
keep my eyes on the tip of my feet, not to get sick.
A quiet bed would be heaven sent, but I don’t want to leave you yet, for once I’m not bent.
My breath tastes of toxic waste, my rental suit is all displaced,
but together we’re graced.
What I wish the most I had,
is your head on my shoulder pad
and we could sleep together, and be one.
Its not as bad being lonely, when you’re with someone.
As time went, all well spent, we chose our paths different and separete we went.
Now coffestains are all I gain, keeping sane my working brain, missing that train.
What I wish the most I had,
is your head on my shoulder pad
and we could sleep together, and be one.
Its not as bad being lonely, when you’re with someone.