Houses drawn on a Klubi1carton
Eaten by frost, the black shoulders of a road
The run of a three-legged dog under a shooting star
Crumbled tunes from the pub downstairs
A sigh through the wall, the shouts of the street by the window
I pull the cigarette scented blanket tighter over my head
I'm here somewhere, with the lonely moon
I'll stay awake until the stars fade into the rising morning
I'm somewhere here, happy when I'm missing you
Clocks at the stations, the shabby benches
The edges of the towns, an endless line of sadness
The hunger of god under the ashen stone sky
I'm looking away, the hum of the bridges
Ghosts and changing sceneries on my heels
They are always the same, the same again and again
I'm here somewhere, with the lonely moon
I'll stay awake until the stars fade into the rising morning
I'm somewhere here, happy when I'm missing you
I'm here somewhere, with the lonely moon
I'll stay awake until the stars fade into the rising morning
I'm somewhere here, happy when I'm missing you
I'm here somewhere, with the lonely moon
I'll stay awake until the stars fade into the rising morning
I'm somewhere here, happy when I'm missing you
1. Klubi was a cigarette brand