Grass Muddy knees Bikes Bloody elbows Secret places Dreamy talks in shady vineyards Vibrant beating hearts Stolen ripe green grapes The need to know you During my teens Ooh Lonely boys We both have been Ooh Lonely boy Till you met him It took you a look It took just one word As it took me a look It took me a word To be enslaved I'm in my bed Like every night Dreams have wrestled With each other till day broke I gaze at the roof I process all my thoughts Some magpie's call Keeps asking me: "Is everything you felt Wearing off Was it so weak? Has it all been drowned in Bitterness Or are you at peace?" And in mouldy shapes On my bedroom roof I see your cute face It will serve as proof It will serve as proof That I can't start anew