Ny Natt

bring out the dead...

lead her to bed

share her your bread

before the morning comes running through the blinds

and undiscover all your lies,

you've been telling her straight in to her eyes

yesterdays needs

they have all been feeded

what's left is the trash in your robe

sitting at the kitchen table

drinking your orangejuice out of a coffecup

smells like cigaretts stucked in the past.

Reminds you what could, should have lasted?

what could I do, what could I've said,

mother told me, make sure you bring out the dead

when you had her in bed,

give her your bread when the morning comes running through the blinds

undiscovers all the lies you been telling her since quarter past july