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Wake me up, only nightmares take me in
through these walls the winter bites, a draft from all
sides.
Why did you not include me on your list?
Let me in through the ceiling. White lips kissed.

Our love is a fickle love,
keeps itself locked in a suitcase.
To be ready to go always.

I won't cry when the silver lining shows,
but you're right, you understand, you ride with both
hands.
Worrying is the breathing that you need,
So there won't be far to fall, you mustn't climb tall.

Things that are supposed to mean lots, leave you cold.
And with a malady of the soul.

Our love is a tricky love,
bet you know this, bet you noticed.
Bet you know, which is why.

I should know better than anyone ever could.
Soon as I let go, everything falls apart.

I won't cry when the silver lining shows,
but you're right, you understand, you ride with both
hands.
Worrying is the breathing that you need,
So there won't be far to fall, you mustn't climb tall.

Wake me up, only nightmares take me in
through these walls the winter bites, a draft from all
sides.
Of course you can, there are diamonds in demand,
It's a shame and as you know the stain will not go.

Behind the counter
A ticket for a play
Stating the seats, time and day

Just to make sure you'd be free
You'll be sitting in number two
And next to you
I'll be sitting in number three

At any rate,
It's a blind-date
So be a darling if you're taken
Give me a warning if you're dating
Don't worry, my pride won't be breaking
But my heart might be put in a box
It's up to you now,
oxoxox

Your voice is like music in my ears
I can dance to it
But I don't understand

I can write your words on a sheet
But they don't fit in a poem
A creative frequency
Unlike any other

You hold lessons where people rave
You write novels that instruments play

In a desperate try to communicate
To the blend of notes you commemorate
A secret speech built on pitches and tones:
You talk through the beeps of mobile phones

Visuaaliset taiteilijat, ilmoittakaa itsestänne!

Neil Gaiman - Neverwhere, Maanalainen Lontoo

taidat olla rohkea
uskalsit tulla tänne

Sober at last
It's the first day of Christmas past
Woke up too fast
The paper says

I see all

I am coloured red
When they speak of...
Take inside their dread
The white lenses

World without a name
Your face inside the frame
Artificial
You are plugged in
Plugged out
Plugged in

And I am coloured red
When they speak of...
Take inside their dread
The white lenses

I am coloured red
Gossip echoes
We're clinically dead
Inside our hallways

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