Fill these spaces up with days
In my room
you can go you can stay
I can't sleep,
I can't speak to you
I can't sleep

Now these years locked in my drawer
I'll open to see just to be sure

I can't sleep,
I can't speak to you
I can't sleep

And So I'm reaching out for the one
And So I've learned the meaning of the sun
And all this like a message comes to shift my point of view
And watching it pull my own light as it tips a shade of you

Hold my wine hold it in
no bodys lost
but no body wins

And I can't sleep
I can't speak to you
I can't sleep

And So I'm reaching out for the one
And So I've learned the meaning of the sun
And All this like a message to shift my point of view
I'm watching through my own light as it turns the shade of you

I can't sleep
I can't speak to you
I can't sleep
I can't speak to you
I can't sleep

notes..

I just found these words I wrote long ago in a coat pocket:

"Though all my days are black and white now
and nights are still hard to get through,
I still wanna hit the road and see,
this world that I'm gonna leave soon" - 30.08.09

"If we're doin' the same thing at this exacly same time... baby, why aren't we doin' this together? (i miss you)" - 03.09.09

"Super amazing and fuckin' stupid (well, I think I am both...)" - 23.09.09

Each day brings me hope, but every night takes it away.

Maybe I should no longer believe in happy endings and once for all, just wish for an ending.

Tudo bem.

Enquanto o resto mundo dorme,

eu fico aqui sonhando..

Insonia terrível...

(amanhã será um longo, longo, looooooongo dia)