Who is it now, in this God forsaken hour
Who knocks on the broken glass of my window
Bosnian winter
The delta on my palms froze over long ago
I think, Seno, where are you
What town you stayed in last summer
December, I'm dying
Empty bed, like a painting washed out bedding
Someone did from chest to lips
Bring bad news about us
Don't wake me, I don't care
If it's getting darker or if the dawn is breaking
Never worse or more nervous
Just don't tell me you'll be better tomorrow
I think, Seno, where are you
What town you stayed in last summer
December, I'm dying
Empty bed, like a painting washed out bedding
Someone did from chest to lips
Bring bad news about us
Don't wake me, I don't care
If it's getting darker or if the dawn is breaking
Never worse or more nervous
Just don't tell me you'll be better tomorrow
Don't wake me, I don't care