And it's the first time
That I'm back home alone
And maybe it's time to say I'm wrong
Or what else more should I say
… That I'm so drunken to notice that it's raining
I still remember
The fever smell
… So sweet
And maybe it's time to say I am ok
Or what else more should I say
… That I don't know the difference from years and days
… That every single day could be my birthday
… That I would set all on fire
All on fire
I dreamed the winter sun
Turns your eyes into diamonds
Your little sugar heart
Melts into my tears
I dreamed I bring my heart to you
Closed into a tin box
… It was an old danish cookie blue box