Danish Cookie Blue Box

And it's the first time

That i'm back home alone

And maybe it's time to say i'm wrong

Or what else more should i say

...that i'm so drunken to notice that it's raining

I still remember

The fever smell

...so sweet

And maybe it's time to say i am ok

Or what else more should i say

...that i don't know the difference from years and days

...that every single day could be my birthday

...that i would set all on fire

All on fire

I dreamed the winter sun

Turns your eyes into diamonds

Your little sugar heart

Melts into my tears

I dreamed i bring my heart to you

Closed into a tin box

...it was an old danish cookie blue box