I stand here wearing
Plum colored underwear
You're smoking
By the kitchen window
There is no us anymore,
Not existing at all
Rain is pounding its fists
Against our window
I'm a torn ad
In city’s lamp-posts
You're a man without
Usable heart
You yell the last lies out of your mouth
And escape to a corner
And oh god why do I love,
Why do I love you
I'm on a way to the sky of lost people,
I'm on a way to the madhouse
I plunge against the wind
Like the birds flying backwards
Like the birds flying backwards
Like the birds flying backwards
I run in an empty stairway
While cursing
I'm writing you the world's ugliest
Last text message
Hello, hello I'm that one
Who love doesn't need anymore
Tonight I want to
Go to the bridges of Hakaniemi1
I'm on a way to the sky of lost people,
I'm on a way to the madhouse
I plunge against the wind
Like the birds flying backwards
Like the birds flying backwards
Like the birds flying backwards
I gave you my all,
I fought with the last of my strength
Wind breaks, everything breaks
I'm on a way to the sky of lost people,
I'm on a way to the madhouse
I have set the table for you
I plunge against the wind
Like the birds flying backwards
Like the birds flying backwards
Like the birds flying backwards
I stand here wearing
Plum colored underwear
1. An area in Helsinki.