Dont look it back,
open your eyes, wake up slowly,
listen to the air tunes and breathe again, and again
Don’t look it back with the nightmares near to the pillow
Just wake up slowly if your are on black, if you are in blues
take your pills, your dreams, move your toes, drink your tears with ice
while the wishpers get in to the window,
in to the radio, in to the wilds memories, in to the red wine and next to the longer brown hair
smells so good when we are appart
Loves attack you in the middle of a dream,
Loves attack me in the middle of the street,
Just wake up slowly if you are on black,
Dont look it back if the nightmares are singing near to the pillow something not too bad…
