Sometimes
The only way for me to move on
Is to think of yesterday
So I lie in my dream satellite dish
As I wait
To come back home
So goodnight Málaga, goodnight Copenhagen
The vingesus1 of my yearnings
Sleep tight Michigan and City of Angels
I shut my eyes in Århus
And I recall
Every woman and every flirt and every phony
I met along my way, burned bridges
Appear as silhouettes
As I wait
To come back home
So goodnight Málaga, goodnight Copenhagen
The vingesus of my yearnings
Sleep tight Michigan and City of Angels
I shut my eyes in Århus
And some doors
You have to shut for the world to become bigger
I make peace with everything
All of them, each and every one
As I wait
To come back home
So goodnight Málaga, goodnight Copenhagen
The vingesus of my yearnings
Sleep tight Michigan and City of Angels
I shut my eyes in Århus
Yes, goodnight Málaga, goodnight Copenhagen
I shut my eyes in Århus
1. I could not find a fitting translation for this term, which literally means "whirr of wings." The word is best described as the sensation of the presence of something truly important.