There’s a guy in my bed
Morrison tattoo on his shoulder
He is sleeping there naked
And I really can’t remember
Who the hell is that guy
He is not the hero on a white horse
and I’m surely not madly in love
So I get up, and quietly
take my clothes, dress up in the stairway
I find myself sitting at the table
staring at the yellow cafe wall
Feeling everything but proud
with my life - I’ve messed it all
My mom calls, she wants to tell
it would be nice to meet again
And I would hear the same words
the ones I’ve heard way too often
Chorus:
And she would say
Milla hey you have to change
you’ve lost the direction in your life
you always choose the shortest way
it doesn’t lead you anywhere
You aren’t a little girl no more
you shouldn’t be acting like a whore
quit the childish games you always play
Old picture with wooden frames
hanging on the yellow cafe wall
A smiling lady on a beach
wind trying to catch her hat
Keeps her eyes on a little boy
who’s playing in wet sand
with a sea shell in his hand
listening to the sound of the waves
The loudly ringing phone
brings me back to my yellow cafe
Heli wants to hear if I’m still alive
And I tell her, even if I know
this will become another tragedy show
I know all the words by heart
of the preach she’s gonna start
It goes like this
Milla hey you have to change…