It seems so easy, friend. Yet so incomprehensibly difficult.
A world built by men for the men where nothing ever has any value.
Except the memory of all that was ours.

In your big heart the beats become small.
You touch my cheek so that I understand that there are only hours until you leave.

I hate everything that bends and breaks.

Rosor & palmblad - Roses & Palm-leaves

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 palm-leaves and crosses
That rattle there in the wind
That sounded like hoarse voices
From those who do the commercial
Chase zombies from out their graves
Give me something that feels

Longing always this longing
From here far away
Far far away
And the roses shed all the petals again
That cried them blood
Because life is so short

And people in the locked, quiet houses
Slightly open the curtain
And look out into the street
With eyes that are afraid
Of everything that can happen
Even though it already has happened

Like magic - a light you drown in
There are little tricks that make people give you more than you are worth...

Saker man ser - Things You See

Here under water I am blue
in the pool the world smells like chlorine
was it you that held too tight ?
or is it me that is too weak ?
was it you that got too wet ?
or is it me that is too slippery ?

My skin is white under my wristwatch
Down under the winter never ends
was it you that held too tight ?
or is it me that is too weak ?
was it you that got too wet ?
or is it me that is so slippery ?

It's just things that you see
It's just things that you know...

Thoughts freeze solid
I run with all my strength
You can lie behind
until your tears have dried
I leave everything I have
for a minute of warmth

I am black and white inside.

Everything I wanted to say
I forgot tonight
Everything I wanted to be
I kept always to myself.....

I bit my tongue when you smiled.

Is that you there
or is that someone who resembles you somewhere?

And when we see each other around
It is through your
Righteous blue
I even looked at myself
Through your eyes
And I hate it so....

you, you, you make me whole.

My indie-heart pounds and pounds and pounds. . .

Give me a winter-drug
Give me all you’ve got

You gave me a chance to tell you
all the things I never said
You gave me a chance to give you
all the things I never gave you


The small small words are hard words
and the hard words are simple words

You stroke your fingers
lightly against my cheek

It's not the shadows by the red lights
that makes my skin crawl late at night.
It's your quiet heart and your silence
as your teardrops stain my sheets.

She is waving out of the window,
her smile is red as a wound.
And my quiet heart goes to pieces.
It's been a lonely year in this room,
and I will not ignore you like before.
My january promises are more than words softly spoken.

And everything I told you was stolen from a book.
I read something about kisses in a science magazine.
Something they can't capture in the sweetest movie scenes.

Now I found a way to make you smile
Pretending I am someone else
Cause I really missed your smile
More than I missed myself
You found a way to keep it inside
To a point where you can't feel a thing
And silence suits us fine
Cause we are not listening
No, we're not listening

And you tried to tell me how you feel.
I couldn't hear you say a thing.
You tried to tell me how you feel.
I wasn't listening, I wasn't listening.