Continental 62 - Christina Rosenvinge

What is with this city,

that holds you like a screw,

asking you to come back

´cause something is here for you.

Everyone is hungry

but a six percent

angels keep us dreaming

´cause angels pay no rent.

Farewell kaleidoscope girl

I´m off with tomorrow´s flight.

Your grace was mine for a while

but who can stand to your height?

I´m packing up my houseware,

furniture´s for sale,

I forgot the last time

I saw the big white whale.

Even now you are pretty

with no frontal teeth,

gathering your pieces,

gasping out to breath.

Farewell kaleidoscope girl

I´m off with tomorrow´s flight.

Your grace was mine for a while

but who can stand to your height?

Farewell kaleidoscope girl

I´m off with tomorrow´s flight.

Your grace was mine for a while

but who can stand to your height?