Det händer plötsligt

Den bara dyker upp. Jag kommer på mig själv att sjunga texten om och om igen. Fast jag inte lyssnat på den på flera år. Jag får lov att googla eftersom vissa delar har fallit bort. När jag börjar läsa är det nästan skrämmande.

Det här är mitt manus. Åtminstone delar av det.

Brain works in mysterious ways.

In your room where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favorite darkness, in your favorite half-light
In your favorite consciousness, your favorite slave

In your room where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favorite innocence, in your favorite prize
In your favorite smile, your favorite slave

I'm hanging on your words, living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
I'm hanging on your words, living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here?

In your room your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favorite passion, your favorite game
Your favorite mirror, your favorite slave

I'm hanging on your words, living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here?
I'm hanging on your words, living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here?

I'm hanging on your words, living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here?
I'm hanging on your words, living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here?
In Your Room (Live) lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC