How oddly shall the rest of the week go when I
exhale my despair over and over
The first day the door cracked in two pieces
My hand made a weird diagonal thing
And my little finger broke

Let’s keep the connection, right?
Some sort of contact like you promised
Phone, fax, e-mail or even smoke signals
I don’t mind..

Smiles you gave me for free
Thanks for that homesick eye-opener
Cause now that I think about it
Why did you always look away?
As if you never mended the good feeling
Or didn’t dare to laugh it straight into my longing face

Are we still holding… tight enough ?
Or did you catch
And throw me away

Well

Yes,

I guess you did..