..prvé beaty zamrazia. zatajím dych. stále znova a znova počúvam. ako tlkot srdca. píšem do rytmu. cítim. preci?ujem..hlas, unavená atmosféra odlúčenia. pochybnosti. túžba. zvyk? láska/neláska. vraj najväčšia ostane tá nenaplnená. vraj je to len pohlavná túžba...
na chvíľu nerozmýšľam, len počúvam, možno mi pieseň vyjaví ako to vlastne je. a ak nie táto, nájdem druhú a po nej tisíce ďalších. a možno budem hľada? naveky..


I called you from the hotel phone
I haven't dialled this code before
I'm sleeping later and waking later
I'm eating less and thinking more
And how am I without you?
Am I more myself or less myself?
I feel younger, louder
Like I don't always connect
Like I don't ever connect

And do you like being single?
Do you want me back?
Do you want me back?
And do I like being single?
Am I coming back?
Am I coming back?

I'll put my suitcase here for now
I'll turn the TV to the bed
But if no one calls and I don't speak all day
Do I disappear?
And look at me without you
I'm quite proud of myself
I feel reckless, clumsy
Like I'm making a mistake
A really big mistake