I’m waiting for tram, trying to forget
The longing that made
It’s home in me
It’s home in me
To the window of the tram
I write down words with a lipstick
Kiss the frontseat
Kiss the frontseat
In a scarf, my neck
Is cold by the cashier of the shop
Someone cried for their dog again
For that dead dog of them
Maybe then in the heaven of dogs
I won’t anymore expect
Love from you
Love from you
In the neighbor a man
Is beating his wife
In a hawaii shirt he looks
Too fat
Too fat and old
I’d wish to light my house
On fire
With a toaster
But then I’m afraid of death
Death without you
Would you come meet me
At the corner of the flower shop
When I give my heart back to you
Would you come meet me
At the corner of the flower shop
When I give my heart back to you
Waiting for tram, I’m trying to forget
The longing that stayed