Snow, white street, blue light, black sky

You look pale your eyes are big

My heart is breaking

It's impossible to stay

I'm leaving to Marocko

I'll fly with the birds

I can tell that you're not sleeping

Your heart beats out of pace

My left hand in your right hand

My right hand in your hair

You do me good, I need help, no machines

I'll have to wait just to see if there's room for me

It's in your eyes

And I can see it in your smile

Your fruit is colorful and bright

Mine is overgrown

And if I'm laughing

It doesn't mean that I'm ok

And if I'm crying

I can't tell you I'm ok

I like it better when it rains

A perfect hiding place for tears

The sun painting my eyes red