Six Weeks Since the Election Day
It's been six weeks since the election day. Since then I haven't heard of you again. I've been trying to make you escape my head. I've tried to dry my eyes before they get wet.
It's been six weeks since the election day, when the man in your TV said that now comes a time that feels all new. That's how it feels when I'm without you.
It's been six weeks since the election day. All of the snow has melted away. For some reason I thought winter would stay but instead, everything changed.
It's been six weeks since the election day. I'm thinking about you again: how you might feel, where you might be, if you still make noise when you sleep.
It's been six weeks since the election day, when I stumbled down your staircase, down to the street for people to see. I think I'd already decided there's no you and me.
It's been six weeks since the election day. What the fuck was I thinking when I went away? The way I think of you now is not quite the same: of all the people out there you're the one I hate.
It's been six weeks since the election day, well it could be seven, I really don't care. And I've come so far from where you are: fifteen minutes by foot, a lifetime by heart.
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Drunken Escapist
I'm on a freeway when I think of you, and I think that you should know it too. But why's it me who always moves? I'm kind of tired and you don't have a clue that if you leave, then there's nothing left to see. So please just stay. Please just stay awake.
Now we have invented another tongue, and it has no words at all. So you still wonder why we don't talk? We let go of the words, and now I'm alone even when you are in the same space. But I don't care. I wouldn't have had anything to share.
Your eyes are red. When was the last time you slept? Have you slept at all? Did you forget what's it all for? Where'd you go? Why do you feel so low? Have I caused you harm? I didn't mean to cause you anything at all.
And then I see you 'round the first of May, three months later looking drunk with nothing to say, and we talk for 30 seconds or less, and I think you have become somebody else.
You barely say hi. I don't think we ever said goodbye. I just walked away. I didn't want the feeling to stay.
Your eyes are red. When was the last time you slept? Have you slept at all? Did you forget what's it all for? Where'd you go? Why do you feel so low? Have I caused you harm? I didn't mean to cause you anything at all.
And what I just said don't mean a thing, because all that's happened will happen again with someone else somewhere, and I'll make the same mistakes. But at least you're not there, you're not there and I'm glad you never will.
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My Head Is an Envelope
My head's an envelope. It's filled with blank papers, and the address they wrote on it is completely unknown. It's a place that does not exist yet. It's a place that's all made up in somebody's head.
My head's an envelope, and the mailman seems all confused again. He does not quite know why he's feeling directionless, with nowhere to go. It's like everything constantly flows.
Then he starts to sleep and wakes up unable to read, and then he forgets about the letters that were there.
My head's an envelope, abandoned somewhere, I don't even care. Guess the address is washed away by the sleet and the hail and the snow and the rain, and all that's left is an inky stain.
My head's an envelope. You can send it wherever you want, as if I ever was the one to decide where to go and when to hide, and now I just don't know what's happening nor why.
So open the envelope, and then let go, come up with letters and words and then just rearrange my thoughts.
Open the envelope, and then let go. I don't care what happens or what won't.
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You're Living on the Same Street
Don't quite know who you are but I feel you're not far. I just dropped you a line and wait for a reply. The last time we talked was an hour ago by the doors of a yellow-lit convenience store.
I walk past your door every day, and my thoughts always run far away, and I wonder what you'd say if I just climbed the stairs up to the place where you live. You have to be a bit like me; you're living on the same street.
But in my head I'm anything but patient. I forgot to eat. I was too busy thinking. So say it's alright, we are on the same side. Convince me it's alright. Are we on the same side?
I still wait for your call, but it seems your phone's gone, or how else could mine stay silent all night? "Breathe in. Move on." Easier said than done, because tonight my knees shake and I can't walk away.
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In Between Stations
I'm on a train thinking of everything that you said every time that we've met, every time that I tried to keep calm and carry on only to keep it all alive. I always knew it was not true that there was nothing on the line.
On a train, a man with a beer can in his hand started talking with words I could hardly understand. He had his glasses fixed with duct tape. His speech was slurred: "You got it bad boy, take a different approach to the world."
And I know that I could be leaving town. I don't know what to do when you're around. When you live 15 minutes from here it's hard to not make a sound.
I'm on a train trying my best to switch the way I feel, as if moving from station to station would make you leave my head for anywhere, now that I struggle to make it through. And each thing that I see reminds me of you.
It's too late to let go of you and me, but I've tried so hard that you wouldn't believe. I keep walking 'round the room but I can't see how to leave.
Take a train, take a plane, take anything. Where's the door? What's the place that I'm locked in? If all goes like it has, I don't think we can win.
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Helsinki 53
In Helsinki 53, an afterparty, again. I was not quite there. Then I heard that you leave. Like a wake-up call, I wanted to come along so bad that I eventually did.
In Helsinki 53, I walked out the door and gave you a call. In the corner of the street there was no-one else I could see. The streets were empty except for me and you, or that's how it feels.
Walking up the stairs to the place where you live made me feel I fly. Walking down the stairs the next day made me feel I'm not alive.
In Helsinki 53, where it's simple at night and complicated in the daylight. Running back home in defeat between the parked cars on the street, and over the bridge, down to the place where I live.
And I long back to where I left you, where you told me not to worry. I'm still in tears of what I did last night. I'm sure I caused you harm, and I am sorry.
In Helsinki 53, I hope you're alright and that you don't mind, 'cause this is not what I'm like. It's just the way I feel: the only place I want to be is Helsinki 53.
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World Painted White
You could not hear these words coming out of my mouth now. I still think that you'd return to the place from where you just walked out.
I'm still there. I mean, I'm still here. I've been standing still at the very same spot where you saw me when you said you'd leave and then left, looking happy, and I don't feel the same. I need this night to continue until the day.
So now I'm walking home after the moment I'm left alone. It has to happen each and every night: when you're leaving I start to slide.
Now I think you're lost within the head of yours like I'm lost within mine. So what if we'd unite, and it would be alright, and I could see your eyes, and I could trade them for mine.
I think it's strange that this is what I still imagine every day, as if you really felt the same. Well I know you don't but the thought has stayed, and it's not all that painful for you. I'd say you've got love and you've got what it takes to make it through each of these days and nights, whereas all I can do is cry. Instead of tears you have a glimpse in your eye, and when I'm finally home in this apartment of mine, you'd be already looking at a world painted white, and I'd like to see it too through your eyes. I'd like to see it too as a reflection in your eyes.
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The Disaster
I think this was the third time I changed my bed sheets but no one arrived. Had cleaned every corner of the room, had waited for the night through the afternoon.
Now the disaster's on its way. I sit down and start to play a chord progression that's filled with hope and filled with life and freed from ghosts.
I'm scared of crawling into my bed. The sheets are clean but I still stare rather blankly at the wall, and you've never been in that bed at all.
And now the disaster's on its way, but I do my best to keep it at bay. Keep my diary deep in the bag to not deal with all the black that has been there since before: the ghosts of a girl who didn't talk, who never had an idea of you and me. Well I guess you do, but where are we?
But there will be another night, and there will be something in sight, and there's a party to be thrown, and there will be a tomorrow, and they're going to hang a disco ball, and they're going to paint all the walls, and all your people will be there and you can end up being anywhere.
The disaster is on its way, but now the disaster is delayed.
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Hearts Somewhere
Hearts Somewhere
I caught myself painting pictures of a future that's not there. I recall you saying you won't be going anywhere. And I do believe you, even though I don't have a clue of which direction to choose. Are there any directions? Do I just have to move back to where I came from, back to where I guess I belong?
I just decided: I'm not going to cry tonight. But what is there to do when the tears reach your eyes? I tried to jump through the ceiling but fell through the floor. I need you to come here and open the door. Then I would run so fast it hurts and so far I wouldn't know where on earth I am. I need you now.
I had the strangest sensation the other night: I kind of saw you when I closed my eyes. And then you disappeared. You were never here. Now what to do? Where to go? How to feel? I want to go back to the place you took me to see. But now your heart's somewhere. And I'm not there.
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The Second Time I Saw You
You were living on a nearby dead end street in an apartment I got to see the second time I saw you. And you said you wanted to take nothing back but that it went all wrong and shouldn't be like that, and I believed what you said.
So I'll let go of all my fears - if not tonight, then some other night.
So I was looking you in the eye and that almost made me cry, and there was nothing separating us, except a table that you had, two bottles of beer and the fact there was someone else you had somewhere.
But I'll let go of all my fears.
And I know there's only one direction to go, and it's back to where I came from, I know.
I'll let go of all my fears.
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To: Someone
Hey there, someone.
I know this might feel a bit strange since all you know about me is my name, but I thought about writing you a letter or a song. I really think we might get along.
So if you're lonely like me, I think there's a place I could take you see. So what are we waiting for?
Now it's Sunday and I know you don't feel right. I know you hate this day, and so do I, but I could make it all better again. I mean, not alone, but if you could help.
So if you want to go with me, I could try and make you see the light that you need. Not that I have it here, but if I only could have you near, I think the light would simply appear.
I think you're just like me: we're both human, aren't we?
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Highway
Like snow I fall. Like snow I fall. When I hit the ground I don't make a sound.
And I've got some thoughts, most of which are linked with you. But now that I'm alone I wish they were not true.
I am sorry for all the things I have said. I am sorry for all the things that I have not. I'm on a highway. Next exit could be mine. I'd better slow down. Next exit could be mine.
I see the cars crash. I see the planes fall. And I hope that it would last.
Like snow I float. Like snow I float. I'm looking from above how it feels to love, and I can't recall how it feels to fall.
I feel I'm getting better. I am finally starting to see why you told me I should definitely leave. I was on a highway. I missed the exit that I thought was mine. I reached the coastline, it felt alright.
I look at the sea and I feel free and now I can see further than I've ever seen.
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No Pressure Nor Gravity
I was thinking of a world with no pressure nor gravity, so that we'd be floating in air. Then every street and every freeway would be empty, with no cars passing by.
And I do know that there is pressure and gravity, but I'm just trying to forget.
I'm lying on the floor with my eyes closed, trying my best to be far beyond the rooftops of this town too small. Is it any wonder that I like a place somewhere better than this?
So now I'm living in a world with no pressure nor gravity, and I'm floating in air. Now every street and every highway are all empty, with no cars passing by.
I watch the houses burn. I watch the oceans freeze over. I'm not going to turn and go back but I want to feel a bit younger.
I'm still lying on the floor of the room I live in, but I'm not quite there. I guess it's all about leaving your head for a place more free.
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February
At the very moment I first saw you, I somehow knew you'd be one of the few who could drag me up from all this mess, but I also knew you're something I could never get.
I am leaning on the wall, and I try to get along with myself and everyone else. The harder I try, the worse it gets.
Hold on to your sadness, boy. There are dreams that need to be destroyed, and now you'll just have to make it through. Hold on to what you have and reach out for everything you've lacked. In the end you won't depend on anyone.
24 hours and I'll feel ok. It's a plan I just did today. But I still keep waiting for you to call, but I don't think there's anything happening at all.
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Earth Collides with the Sky
I watch the earth collide with the sky. My eyes are blurred, I guess that's why.
I watch the earth collide with the sky and I'd like you to see that sight, but it's only going to let you down, and I don't want to let you down.
I watch the earth collide with the sky, and my eyes are glowing like flashlights.
I watch the earth collide with the sky, and I'm well aware it's all a lie.
It's been so dark now for way too long. It's way too dark now, and I don't know where I belong. Now that days are much shorter than the nights, every time the sun sets, I'm not quite sure if it's going to rise.
I watch the earth collide with the sky, and I'm waiting for you to bring in the light, and when I see you and see the light I hope I'll just get better after a while.
Earth collides with the sky.
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St. Catherine
I am travelling back. I don't know where I was at. Different place, different time, something I've seen earlier in life. Soon the plane will land and I don't understand what's the place I've just seen and what's the place where I'll be in just one hour's time. Now I feel I'm not going to cry. Not tonight, at least. Something moved deep inside of me.
And I'm looking at you. You've got mud on your shoes and you can't recall why. Someone's been drinking up, and it's hard to have enough when everything feels right, one of those nights.
Now there is a wall in between you and me, and I'd hammer it down and make you see that I think we're meant to be, but I don't know. Are we?
Could we ever repeat what we did yesterday when you found me there in a distant town, happy in a sea of sounds? And I went with you. I went with you.
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November
Let's be sad and stay indoors. Let's pretend we couldn't reach much more. Let's turn off the lights and close the door. Let's watch the snow fall through the window. Let's try to fall asleep. Let's wake up when we could see the patterns on the fallen snow. Let's not wake up until tomorrow.
And all of a sudden, something grabbed hold of me. All of a sudden December was just a dream.
Let's mind the gap between the two of us. Let's not do anything but whisper and sulk. Let's find our houses covered in junk. Let's watch the snow get mixed with mud.
And all of a sudden, something grabbed hold of me. All of a sudden December was just a dream.
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All the Colours
You can go anywhere. Just walk out the door and then stare at the blinking lights all around town.
You can do anything. Just let the light in and then try to stay calm all through the night.
Look at the lonely crowds run through downtown. They don't care about you and all you see are lights of green and blue.
You can be anyone. It just depends on how hard you try. In the end you'll see: it's so easy to fly.
Look at the lonely crowds and run through downtown. They don't care about you and all you see are lights of green and blue.
All the colours will make it right. All the colours will make you try. You're asking why and then you fly.
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Palace of Glass
Here I am, standing at a central crossroads in the middle of the night. I'm trembling from cold, so are you, and I have lost my eyesight. And I wish I could appear a bit less complicated because complicated is not what I am. I simply can't reach what you stated.
And I don't quite know how to make it better. All I can say are words that don't matter.
How I wish you could let go of all of your ghosts. And I'm sorry but I can't help you, I guess I am just too close to the ghosts you have in your head - they make the wrong feelings grow. And I'm sorry to have let you down, I'm sorry to let you know that I don't quite know how to make it better. All I can say are words that don't matter.
I don't quite know how to make it better. All I can say are words that don't matter. And I think I've said everything I'm able to say now. I just hope you'll find the place where everything will be sorted out.
I know such a place exists and I hope it will be in your head.
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I Think I'm Just Blind
Tell me what you see, tell me what you see when you close your eyes now and try to sleep. I wish you could see me.
Sometimes I hope I was someone else, sometimes I hope I was someone else. There will come a time when I will laugh at the person I am tonight.
I need someone to make me see, I need someone to make me see. You have the ability, I know, and at the same time you don't.
I know there will be light somewhere, I know there will be light somewhere. But right now, I don't want to go anywhere, except if you take me there.
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Feathers
A Fallen Leaf
I keep walking 'round the room, hoping to find my way to you or anyone. It takes too much to walk out the door. It's cold outside, and what is more, I wouldn't know where to go.
So here I stand leaning on the wall in a place where crowds dance to the tunes I don't or ever will. I feel much more comfortable standing here with no one saying anything near my ears. I don't know where I've ended up.
Did you really think I could kill myself with solitude? It was not what I wanted to do, still you somehow thought I would. I am just a fallen leaf silently floating downstream.
I can't tell nights from days. I can't tell early from late. I can't tell if you broke my heart. The silence makes me want to shout. The dancing crowds want me to get out from the place I'm in.
Did you really think I could kill myself with solitude? It was not what I wanted to do, still you somehow thought I would. I am just a fallen leaf silently floating downstream.
I am just a fallen leaf silently floating downstream.
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The Conventional
Look at me now. What do you see? A silent boy who keeps standing still and tries to do his best to find his feet?
Look at me now. What do you feel? Enormous sadness or willingness to leave? Don't think there'd be something else to choose.
Well, the thing is, you broke my heart.
I look at you now. I have to close my eyes to see you clearly, to let you out from inside of my head to a place where there'd be no regret.
I look at you now, though I really can't. But I'm still trying, and it makes me mad. Can't even think of something smart to say. Can't even think of why you should have stayed.
Well, the thing is, you broke my heart.
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Elisabet
I've got a friend who once told me: you need someone to make you see the things in life that need to change. Obvious as it may seem, I'm not the one who could tell me to not look back on something I've already seen.
It's relatively hard to calm down.
I'm sorry to be thinking of yesterdays or of that time that didn't stay, when dreams were equal to being awake. I'm walking down the same old street and all of a sudden it came to me that in some strange way I still like you.
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I Never Meant To
I was thinking of ways to make myself feel less low. Thought of a southbound train. It would take me away. I want to feel less low. I never meant to let you go.
I took the southbound train. I didn't want you to see I'm not home. I'm not desperate nor ill. You haven't caused anything. Well, ok, you made me feel this low. But I never meant to let you know.
I didn't think of getting that far from where i was. I always knew that in the end I'd still be lost.
People looked at me but i didn't see any. I hid them from my view which only worked one way. People stared at me but I never meant to let them see.
After crying yet again, I felt there'd be some hope in the end. I'm here now, in the south, feeling part-time happy, still mostly down.
And I'll never find back home. I never meant to let you go.
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Like Feathers
Please don't laugh now. This is nothing to laugh about. I'll gather up my stuff now and I'll leave for another town.
Then I'll make it all better, write a song about imaginary you and me. Feelings like feathers that keep floating in the air. I'll make it all better. I'll make it all ok. Feelings like feathers that keep floating in the air.
Please don't cry now. There's nothing to cry about. I know you would not believe me but there's nothing to cry about.
'Cause I'll make it all better, write a song about imaginary you and me. Feelings like feathers that keep floating in the air. I'll make it all better. I'll make it all ok. Feelings like feathers that keep floating in the air.
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Sadder Than Me
Please repeat the words that you just said. I didn't understand a thing. You're so far away sitting next to me. How come you cannot see you are?
Maybe you are sadder than me.
Let's not run. Let's rather just calm down and let the feelings pass again. Now I can see the things that went so wrong. I could go on and on. I rather won't.
Maybe you are sadder than me.
But I'm so sad too, can't you see?
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Islands
My heart can't find its home. It's got nowhere to go. It keeps on wandering all alone, waiting to be let go.
I walk along the coastline. I see you on the other side. We've got our own pieces of land. I'm trying to wave with my both hands.
These islands are all that we have. These islands are all that we have. And I'm still trying to find a place for my heart to stay. I once had an idea, then it escaped.
Would you call home the place where you're most alone? Would you call it home just because there's nowhere else to go?
Now what you see, is just a tiny bit of me. Even if we could talk, I'd struggle to say anything at all.
These islands are all that we have. These islands are all that we have. Now I am in conflict with my heart. These islands are all that we are.
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Do No Harm
I could play you tunes all night and then walk back home. And if you'd like to follow me... well, you can do what you want.
I'll make it right when things get tough and keep you from seeing the clouds above if that would be what you want. And I will do no harm. I will do no harm.
I guess I couldn't sleep, nor could you. Now this cliff seems a bit too steep but I could make it through.
I know that you wouldn't stay. I can take it anyway. I'll take anything you say. And I will do no harm. I will do harm.
People have their eyes on me. I think I look like a clown. You'd be what the people see when they're looking down.
They would laugh at all you've got. They would make you think you're not as precious as you're after all. But I will do no harm. I will do no harm.
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You Walked Back Home
It's five a.m., you closed the door. I thought of running after you not to feel alone. All drunk from wine, with watered eyes, I collect the bottles and put them aside.
I tried to see your parting back on my balcony. I'm not supposed to love you, I do anyway.
It's six a.m., i still need you here. I need to talk and dry these tears. I take a look out on the sea. I need you to know how i feel.
I tried to see you come back on my balcony. I'm not supposed to love you, I do anyway.
It's two p.m., i just woke up. I feel like shit and have had enough. I hope you'd pick up the phone to call. I'm tired of staring at the walls.
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Vienna
There was a boy who didn't go out. He lived in Vienna and wanted to shout 'cause there'd be a small chance that someone could hear a lonely boy's voice. He didn't shed a tear. He stated instead:
"I don't know why I feel perfectly fine when no one talks to me and I feel like I'm sliding from their arms, out of their sight. I have this feeling, I'm sure you do too. I don't know what it is but I know that it's you who is sliding out of my mind."
The other day he had to leave his house for a moment of consistency 'cause he's happy, he's sad, he's happy, he's sad, he's happy, he's sad. He doesn't know where he's at. Where is he at?
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Scared About Tonight
They'd say I'm a tree that forgot to shed its leaves. Then the winter came and all I see are memories and leafless trees. I'm standing out pretending the summer had never passed.
If you could stay for a while, I think I'd be alright. Bad things would be put aside. I'm just scared about tonight.
I shouldn't think about the past. I probably couldn't have made it last. When the answer goes "Thank you, I'm alright", no one could tell it's all a lie.
If you could stay for a while, I think I'd be alright. Bad things would be put aside. I'm just scared about tonight.
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Alive
I am waiting for you to come over and you'll be here in half an hour. My heart keeps beating, I don't know this feeling, but I don't feel sad at all. I never thought I'd find an answer but now I feel like finding one. And I'm so happy, I'm pretty happy just to know that I'm alive.
I've been afraid of not being able to feel the way that I do now. And now I'm thinking this could be working, like it's something worth believing in.
Love will come and go and you'll never know if it's going to stay but I just don't care. Now I just don't care.
I am waiting for you to come over and you'll be here in half an hour. And I'm so happy you're coming over and I'm so happy to be alive.
I'm so happy to be alive.
