A smile is like an exit
Out of the room,
Where you don't really want to be.

Nothing can justify your silence,
Unless you really don't want to talk about it.

Once upon a time
Everything was fine,
Once upon a time,
Once upon a time.

All the points of no return
Are telling me
That I'm gone.

I bought a drone,
That was brought to me by another drone,
Which politely declined to stay.

This health advice
Is better than a few:
I should sleep more,
And probably with you.

There's too much screaming,
There is not enough silence,
And the silence is spooky.

Yesterday,
I will forget about tomorrow.

To be,
To have,
To be had?

My future might
Be very bright,
As could be yours,
By your choice.

No doubts are on my mind,
No clouds are in my soul,
I'm whole.

Black and white
Are going to fight,
All day and all night
With other colours.

The joker is sad and doesn't understand any jokes,
The joker is tired,
The joker is going mad.

Can you, please,
Be just once,
And only with me?

Between sleeping and not sleeping there's so much meaning,
Lost and sleepily found again,
Causing joy and provoking pain.

If you want this night to be good,
Just say it:
- Good night.

I am lost,
I am taciturn,
I'm waiting for your return.

I move the books along my table,
Till they are falling on the ground,
I like the sound.

If you look, you see.
If you look...
You see?

The sky is looking at us from a safe distance.

"Sorry, you have to face it", I'm telling to my mirror every morning.

If you think that you love me, I love your way of thinking.

Everything is strange, nothing is unusual.

Any thinking is optional, weird and not necessary. Once the thinking takes over, they will soon have a civilisation, recycling issues and whatever else they might happen to be thinking about.

I don't know why,
But I keep smiling,
Maybe it's too much sun.

This is a very strange situation,
But I'm patient,
I will understand this situation.

Too many fallen leaves,
Too much strangeness in the air,
And the air is cold.

Been there, missed that.

I am not a dreaming material.

I don't even have a threatening smile at my disposal.

It takes certain courage to be dumb and to know it.

Soon it will too late. It better be a comforting thought.

You'll be fine, just be ready to be fine.

Too many is too much,
And it's still too many.

The question is always "What do you want?",
But the answer? The answer...
We never know.

You told me that there's nothing to think about. And now I'm sitting here and thinking about what did mean by that.

That's why girlfriends and boyfriends are only as good
As they go, and then come back,
Like the next flood.

Where are you in this life?
You are invariably in this room, on this street, in this place.
Well, sometimes it's not really you and at other times new crowds are bringing a temporary room-sharing in.

Always dancing, never thinking. Some people can be happy just like this.
Any situation should be current. Beware of permanent ones.
Normal people are having strange thoughts, weird dreams and boring lives.
Points of no return are all coming back and asking for permission to stay.
I don't have what it takes, to give it back. So, I'll keep it.

You're my life,
And as I've got only one life,
Please don't go.

I don't know, what is my problem,
Probably I don't even have one,
Which would be then my problem.

Under the sun,
Even the most incredible people
Have only one shadow.

Not to make you angry,
Not to tease,
Not to have some stupid, silly point,
Tell me, dear, tell me - can you please,
Without disappoint?

If dinosaurs still were
In my vicinity,
I certainly would be worried,
But also less bored.

You are so beautiful,
When I'm not looking at you,
My imaginary girlfriend.

The end of the world
Is always around the corner,
Just don't go there.

I love you,
I love you peer-to-peer with no trusted third party.

Don't worry,
Don't you worry,
Yours is a good story.

As far as I know,
It's currently "no"
But finally "yes".

That's the problem with feelings,
As such,
Either you don't have them,
Or you have them too much.

It will rain all the day,
And I'll come to you,
After it has rained.

I'm sorry,
For what I'm not.

You know, any know-how
Must not be later, must be now,
Anyhow.

To be soft and suffering
Is sometimes the best way to get through.

It stands to reason,
That there must be
Last tomatoes of the season.
But I love them so much,
I can't bear seeing them go like this.

There is no time
For the first time
Or the last time,
There's barely time
For the next time.

In a desert,
Every road
Is a road
Out of the desert.

Between the end and the beginning
You try to find this ****** meaning.