We're walking on the crust on the ice
That broke under you when you were young
We're walking towards the future, they say
But we're dying to go home
There lies a melancholic joy and though you'll never again be with
Those who know who you are
We read One Hundred Years of Solitude
I see one coming up
I will be quiet from now on and see what happens
When silence burns your skin
Probably nothing that is usually what goes round
Quiet from now on
An hour takes a weekend in this town
Kiss me just to shake up something
The hands of time go backwards here
I swear to God just make up something
You bought your Lonely Planet
You're going south, you're starting a career
Me, I'm pretending it's because I love this town I'm staying here
I stretch out in the sun, say:
"Aren't we important, flying off when all of this is around you
But I guess it's expected of you"
The lakes we skate on they break earlier, the break early
For every year I've heard the birds fly further north
I read the news about the Earth, it's growing warmer now
For me, I see it as a sign that you're coming home
Keep coming home
An hour takes a weekend there
Kiss me just to shake up something
The hands of time go backwards here
I swear to God just make up something
Just for the sake of something kiss me
I mean move to Sweden with me
Set my house on fire, do it now
Watch the ember
I will be quiet from now on that's how I like being quiet
I deal with silence better than anyone I've spent my whole life crying
The lakes we skate on they melt earlier and earlier
The lakes we skate on they melt earlier and earlier
The lakes we skate on they melt earlier and earlier
The lakes we skate on they melt earlier and earlier
The lakes we skate on they melt earlier and earlier
The lakes we skate on they melt earlier and earlier