Snow, white street, blue light, black sky
You look pale your eyes are big
My heart is breaking
It's impossible to stay
I'm leaving to Marocko
I'll fly with the birds
I can tell that you're not sleeping
Your heart beats out of pace
My left hand in your right hand
My right hand in your hair
You do me good, I need help, no machines
I'll have to wait just to see if there's room for me
It's in your eyes
And I can see it in your smile
Your fruit is colorful and bright
Mine is overgrown
And if I'm laughing
It doesn't mean that I'm ok
And if I'm crying
I can't tell you I'm ok
I like it better when it rains
A perfect hiding place for tears
The sun painting my eyes red
