[ Tekst: Magne Neby ]
Today I tried to make my bed.
I spent all day just to get the bottom right.
A haunting picture in my head,
how you in seconds had it spread and folded tight.
But after getting lost inside
the duvet sheet I stumbled out and lit a cigarette.
But after half a pack gone by,
I had to put it out because I remembered you hate it.
I wonder if you gonna come.
I wonder if you gonna come back home. I wonder what I have done wrong.
I wonder if you gonna come back alone.
So back to work in pain again,
with nothing left to gain but to turn insane.
All these memories are sewed,
in each stitch there’s some of you, on my skin.
I wonder if you gonna come.
I wonder if you gonna come back home. I wonder what I have done wrong.
I wonder if you gonna come back alone.
Now all openings are lost,
all hope is teared and tossed.
The sheets they stay a mess
and try to strangle me every night without you.
I wonder if you gonna come
I wonder if you gonna come back home I wonder what I have done wrong
I wonder if you gonna come back alone