I dag är jag poetisk.
It's a cold night in november.
I can hardley see the street lamps,
the compact mist is taking over.
I'm walking on the sidewalk in this empty town,
just to divert one's mind.
I just want to remember.
I just want to feel like I did.
But I don't want to remember,
I don't want to feel like I did.
My heart feels like a stone,
my mind is like fire,
but my blood is cold like ice.
I am the one without a shadow.
Your absence is such a pain,
we're like an unsolved puzzle.
But if you were here I should know...
Know that you don't feel the same.
I don't know what it is.
You belong to the past.
I'm sorry, I can't help it,
but you'll always be like a burn deep inside of me...
Jag kände för att skriva något. Något som kanske skulle kunna bli en låt så småningom?
I can hardley see the street lamps,
the compact mist is taking over.
I'm walking on the sidewalk in this empty town,
just to divert one's mind.
I just want to remember.
I just want to feel like I did.
But I don't want to remember,
I don't want to feel like I did.
My heart feels like a stone,
my mind is like fire,
but my blood is cold like ice.
I am the one without a shadow.
Your absence is such a pain,
we're like an unsolved puzzle.
But if you were here I should know...
Know that you don't feel the same.
I don't know what it is.
You belong to the past.
I'm sorry, I can't help it,
but you'll always be like a burn deep inside of me...
Jag kände för att skriva något. Något som kanske skulle kunna bli en låt så småningom?
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