Room Eleven

Lazy on the couch On a Sunday afternoon I'm listening to Miles That�s why I miss you While floating on his jazzy sounds�. I'm lifting my glass again Sunlight whispers rainbows on the wall I know, I know, I know But I can�t believe it I really do not

Laying on our backs in the grass Sunlight tickles the tree Scatters its seeds on us Like a silver rain Just to see you breathing Lifts me up Watching you is a dream Please don't wake me up 'Cause I've been told there's so much more To wake up for I g

Does it have to be a sad song? Isn\'t it a shame? The ones I try the hardest with Never stay the same And I just can\'t decide if it\'s good or bad The times I hold the dearest are the times we never had We\'ve yet to have We\'ve yet to have And isn\

Oh the horizon moves But I find balance on my knees Where are my clothes? I try to decode words on the post-it That's stuck on my cheek Two socks stare at me Definitely they-re not mine I try to figure out What's written between the lines "You've got

Shyness is when you turn your head away From something you want I wanted you, you, you I bought a cocktail dress But there was no occasion to wear it so I threw a party myself a hon.... I invited al these people And you never grow to old to dream So

I guess this world is offering a lot to see But the only travelling I do is through a cable, lately I'm having conversations with microwave meals It's time to start my life for real But it's Always, always, always tomorrow I will do it then Always, a

Smoky room, city noises Traffic lights and a lot of different voices A breeze in the trees Evening sun... oh yeah it's Saturday Sweet summer music very fine Too many shiny lips Drinking too much wine Flying dresses red and blue Seem to walk in circle

Hey Hey Hey You're on a holiday And you don't hear this song on repeat Hey hey hey You don't have to stay What ever you want what ever you need I wonder how many fingers Filthy from browsing through postcards with views Have touched the sugar cube I

what will it be--room eleven My hand moves slowly Squeezes The surface shines I should be happy My lips are dry From wishing To smash everything to pieces Milk rises high I feel my heartbeat I give another smile To the ones that consume my feet I bre

I can't write about love no more I should be feeling sad Now I know it wasn't you Who drove me mad It was that chemical stuff in my head Oh lalalalalalalalala Phenylethylamine Can't get enough Oh oh lalalalalala l'amour Noradrenaline Je comprends Lal