Down from minus 50 degrees
The man next to me reeks of sweat
We go down into a warm darkness
I disinherit you on a napkin
I see you at the terminal
like a mirage of a prada-clone
I've hid a need in my scarf
for an unthinkable moment like this
I walked slowly towards the table
with a cautious look
Across my face, in midsentence
you hit me as hard you could
I saw that you enjoyed it
From a fathomless boredom
the warm, loving violence arose
and the wine spilled
turning into pale rorschach
I saw someone at a red-light
same umbrella
And somewhere in my wallet
a post-it from '97 glows
where ten ballpoint-blue little numbers
shouts "dare" without words
But the moment passes
like shadows from cumulus clouds
I see your back from the cab
even though I know you've fled
from this cold, silent country
My steps follow the beat of wiper blades
I can't recall what happened
but I'm still in cold sweat
World Championship in keeping the mask on
Feel sorry for me
I'm the loneliest one in Sweden
And I dragged you down with me
and then I just slipped away
I'm sorry, sorry for everything
for my damned, forked tongue
I have a picture somewhere,
where we are kings and queens
Now there are pictures everywhere,
where old faces are young again
and I've been obsessed with finding
emotions that are lost
It's been a long, long night
but I'm relieved that my tears
are contained and calm