Grå himmel över Stockholm. En perfekt tid att åka till Cypern för att jobba en vecka.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand. I move on to another day, to a whole new town with a whole new way. You don't know where and you don't know when, but I still got my words and I got my friends. I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast. It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most. I like songs about drifters, books about the same. They both seem to make me feel a little less insane. Walk a little farther to another plan, you said that you did, but you didn't understand. I know that starting over is not what life's all about, but my thoughts are so loud, I can't hear my mouth.