Once I waited for the mail to come
With letters one by one
Now I wait before the screen
And I don´t know how much words mean

In my bed I know a man
With skin as smooth as desert sand
But I´m half gone across the sea
And dreaming is my luxury

Tell me, am I still allowed to dream?

You´re still here
Tan and long of limb, you´re my deep forest deer
But can you run as fast as me?

Sundays spent beneath the sun have vanished like the books and fun we used to have before the little one
In our house, a love affair from there to here, and here to there, but finding us all three at once inside is rare

Finding us all three at once inside is rare
You´re still here