The Thing Is - Christian Kjellvander

Driving a soft window

Down a coastal road

Like a windless moan

And the heaven is

Half awake

Half asleep

With deaths architecture

And Madalyn O’Hair

His final hours on earth

On my mind

And the last i heard you had to leave

Had to get away from the scene

Step out on the road

Dreamin' on a little dream

We get lighter for every day

'Til we finally drift away

Where we decide to spread our weight

Is all that really matters

The thing is…

The thing is

there is toxic down here

Like the trees i reach for good air

The thing is

It don’t matter what you bring

This is why we sing

The thing is…

I’ve been trying hard

The thing is…

To forget

The last i heard you had to leave

Someone called it a scene

You stepped down out on the road

Had to dream a little dream

And the world came tumbling down

As they see you coming 'round

And there’s always something to pay

Is there any other way

And the road was like gin to me

Hand to mouth perpetually

'Cause if you stay too long

You will see

The blind stitches of misery

And it is as close as we’d ever get

Thing is I am still trying to forget

Heading straight for the blue moon

Nothing can ever be too late or too soon

My brothers and I and a dear dear friend

Left the country with ashes for the wind

After twelve years in the attic

Plus two days straight driving

The thing is…

This is it

The thing is…

This is it

You’re bad but your children will be worse

My oh my

We’re in Spain

Greeted by biblical rain

And this is it

The smuggled remains

Of half the blood in my veins

And we drove on through the night

steer on the right

And there are two kinds of cruel I believe

One along the see

And the other one with a wave

Real life through every day

Come on now

Spread the love

'Til we finally

Drift away