Slowly waking up, still haunted by the Västerås mornings
So many years have passed, like cuts without warnings
Sighing out through the open window, here's a different climate
I like this place, but it's all the same when it's completely quiet
Over the years I'm slowly forgetting my native language
Still I'm here slowly waking up in my native anguish
I've got an older looking face, but the stars are in the same space
and there are these memories I just can't erase
A lonely child left a heart this huge hole to fill
I got my problems but I'll be happy one day, I'm sure I will
Slowly waking up in another continent, and I'm all alone.. still.

Can't remember my last mental breakdown
Still I break down, not in tears
But in beers
A burning candle of my fears
Let it burn down my dear old hometown
and let it spread to every fucking part
a lake of its ashes might just fix my broken heart