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In the winter
The driver* has sorrow in the bag under the seat
I'm a little too late and rash / hasty
In the winter

In the cabin
You can sit on cushions of stiff brocade
Or curl up on the tiny floor
In the winter

The darkness falls upon windows and lips
The animals out there are gasping for breath
There is one I search
In the winter

And maybe I have given up
Even before I set out
But maybe I was kind of driven
By too many sleepless nights
By the crazy restlessness that never quite disappears
In the winter

All quiet
Trying to keep the night away
Even though it's too late
I so much wanted you to be proud of me
In the winter

Note: * A 'kusk' is a driver of a horse-drawn carriage (coachman?).
 
You know you shouldn't hide but you always do
Even when you're gone, I can see right through
You want disconnection, you want me there enough for 2

Pull a woollen blanket across my eyes
Dream a quiet place for us to fight
Oh no, your heart is broken - don't you think that's a little trite


I climb where I can see - you're close but I can't reach
Blank stare at the TV - CNN's on Channel 3

In the passing lane on 1 and 9
Stuck in sad, car stuck in drive
Oh no, your heart is broken - well, you can have what's left of mine

I climb where I can see - you're close but I won't reach
Blank stare at the TV - THE HOWLING II's on Channel 3
I drift off to sleep, while the snow falls on the screen
 
Holy shit, and you like Lacrimas Profundere too?!?!?!?!

"RAAAWWWWWRRRRR!!! I COULD'VE DIED!!!!!!"

I was listening to that album on the way to work this morning...