Tillstånd # 2

(Torsdag som går i grått, that time of the month, vidrig soppa i matsalen, nära tårarna på Åhléns på lunchen. I mitt huvud spelas öppningsspåret på en av årets bästa skivor.)

I wish we could open our eyes, to see in all directions at the same time
Oh what a beautiful view, if you were never aware of what was around you
And it is true what you said, that I live like a hermit in my own head
but when the sun shines again, I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown.

Marching Bands of Manhattan, Death Cab for Cutie, (Plans)