Sweatbed

I try to stop the train
To get used to pain
To get used to take the shit they´re talking
And i can´t explain
Whatever happened
I try to write it down on paper
And i don´t know why you called me over
You said you tried to make me bitter
But i don´t think you would do a thing like...
That´s not your way of getting sober
Tell me more about your career
I´ll give you compliments not telling how i lie

And suppose i don´t have feelings for you
What good does that do
Anyway it´s sad to say
And ignore that i´m not looking at you
And don´t care what our friends say
Why do they bother anyway

And if you should be my savior
Would you take care of my wounds
Would you hold me and secure me in your womb

I´m the smallest lake
Fits in every city
Afraid the sun will dry me out
And i see lovers loving
And all the animals
Are drinking from my hand
Help´s the sun to kill me

And though i don´t have much to give you
I try to offer you
Whatever good i do
And what if i can´t live without you
I´m not that good looking and bright
But you know i´d treat you right

And if you should be my savior
Would you take care of my wounds
Would you hold me and secure me in your womb

The city smiles
With all it´s lights
Shadows what i´ve accomplished

Lover, you should´ve come over

Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know

When i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one

So i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn

Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Well maybe i'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong

Oh... lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Well I feel too young to hold on
And i'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love well i'm waiting for you

Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Jag som blev kvar

Åttio år, på slutet kanske hjärtat börjar revoltera.
Jag är aldrig ledsen mera,känner inte mycket längre.
Ett kort som fick mig minnas:sex decennier sedan redan. Jag stod nära honom och hans andedräkt i nacken.
Jag tror jag gjorde något fel för han åkte bort ,vart är inte gott att veta men det fanns alltid kvar att göra på gården.
De behövde en och inte många kvar på byn och ingen som jag tyckte om. Jag antog väl att nån gång, men inte.
Sedan gick väl tiden och då föll det sig som att jag blev som kvar.
Har du inte saknat aldrig hålla nån i handen aldrig röra någon unge, saknar du att inte vara astronaut?
Nej man saknar inget som man inte haft.
Ibland när jag ska sova minns jag en andedräkt i nacken bar.
Minns en helt vag känsla av hur det sku kunna vara.
Men nog har jag fått mitt nog. Kära barn, du flänger och far. Du vet inte hur det var.