Jeg fanger ord der er blevet til natsværmere
Jeg kysser vandet fordi jeg ved at det ikke vil forsvinde
Der vil altid været et hav, en flod eller en å
Jeg forstiller mig din silhuet, rindende af mine tåre
Der svømmer glasskår i dine øjne og river hul i din pupil
Men det er ikke dig der græder
Det er mig der står i en flodbølge af gråd

I'm taking a long walk with satan
He appears to be incredibly wise
He's telling me that he's been watching me
That he adores the tears in my eyes, and he collects them
I observe every little move he makes, completely numb
He kisses my neck
in a dark parking lot
Satan is inside of me and let it happen
I sees the moment
and that is when I realize
It's not satan, it's just you
Or maybe you're one and the same
And I've just been fooling myself

You are what dreams are made of
I'm not quite sure whether
I am a sleep or awake
I'm not quite sure if it's ******* under your nose or the snow you stole from my eyes

Jeg bad dig om at blive
Og det gjorde du skam også
Men kun som sølle spor på min krop
Duften af lædersæderne i din Mercedes ligger som streger af ******
under min næse, og påvirker mig ligeså
Din vrede har bosat sig under mine negle
Skoven du boede ved, har efterladt grene i mine luftveje
Og sprækkerne på mine læber er den tvivl der opstod hos dig, da du forlod mig

I watch him smoke the cigaret
And I hand him another one
Because I want to defect his lunges  
The way he neglected my heart

I can feel you suffering from anexity
Even though you smile like the sun just kissed your lips
While you read this poem
Let the words embrace your cold chest
Let them warm you up
Honey
You can't run forever
One day your feet will bleed
And you will lose your breath

Take my jacket, he said
I smiled, and put it on
What he didn't know was
Nothing could warm up
The freezing ending
That was getting closer