I sit in ours and chip
And looking out of my broken window
Suddenly after you I crave
I wish that we was on the same nave
But instead I pick up my pen and start write
And looking at the stars who shine so bright



Look how my pen bleeding at the ark
My mind and the stars help me in the dark
I turn in to myself
And stop thinking about you
Who can be like the sweetest rose
But in the same time pain in to the bone