German Heart - Christina Rosenvinge

Since you´re gone this house of stone

has turned unknown, so still, so lone.

I drink a bowl of soup,

pretend I´m off the loop,

seal my eyes, seal my eyes,

with make up.

Since you´re away two weeks, three days,

my lips are numb, my thighs erased,

you´ve got a thousand calls,

but I´ve forgot them all,

every light, dim or bright,

is dying.

Went uptown, returned the gown

returned the jewels, returned the crown,

forgive this cynical Juliet,

so strict with the etiquette,

hypnotized by the rise

of waters.

Clean and dry but still untied,

I give myself without a cry,

I guess you´ve played your part,

defeat my german heart,

get the prize, get the prize,

we´re closing.

Since you´re gone it seems the phone

is the only thing that breaths at home,

your picture is on the wall

and here´s the living doll,

perfect size, awful nice,

unloaded.