Waiting, always this waiting
From white to grey to black
This year was black
And the lilies fall from a window in Västerås tonight
I hear your laughter
Over the plumes, the palmleaves, and the crosses
That rattle there in the wind, that sounded like hoarse voices
From those who do the adverts, chasing zombies up from the graves
Give me something that feels
Longing, always this longing, from here to far away
Far, far away
And the roses shed all petals again
as if they cried blood, because life is so short
And people in the locked silent houses
Slightly open the curtains and stare out into the street
With eyes that are afraid, of everything that can happen
Even though it already has