Hanging out of my window I was looking for your kiss.
They were the ones. Adressed like something only I tasted in this building. The light was shining on you as you came walking by, the discolights from the traffic tower were raining down on your hair. I was drinking my bottle of truth and let it rain on you, you looked up and smiled.
But you will never see what you're doing to me.
I was born wanting to see the Northern Light. Up to this day I never had the chance to travel to the corners of the earth where the art of the sky is on free display. I would prefer the color turquoise. Chances are there will come a day where you can order colors in the sky. I would prefer to sleep in an iglo that night. I would prefer to wrap myself in a fur blanket and lay on the snow looking up. I would prefer to be alone. I assume looking at the Northern Light makes you feel alone and small anyways. I would prefer to drink a vodka. Or probably a whole bottle of vodka.But in the city of sins the Northern Light hides behind a million layers and lightyears of clouds and dust. And I find my turquoise in the skyscraper buildings.
Tears of the sky. Pissing angels. Clashing clouds. Food for the land. Purple. All good when under the covers.
And hold on to your umbrella-ella-ella.
Hanging out of my window I was looking for your kiss.
