And it's the first time That I'm back home alone And maybe it's time to say I'm wrong Or what else more should I say ...That I'm so drunken to notice that it's raining I still remember The fever smell ...So sweet And maybe it's time to say I am ok Or what else more should I say ...That I don't know the difference from years and days ...That every single day could be my birthday ...That I would set all on fire All on fire I dreamed the winter sun Turns your eyes into diamonds Your little sugar heart Melts into my tears I dreamed I bring my heart to you Closed into a tin box ...It was an old danish cookie blue box