I am sitting by my window;
I am thinking of my rent.
I am looking through my pockets,
and I´m wondering where it went.
I am feeling like the Devil,

maybe like the Devil´s wife.
I am singing for my supper.
I am singing for my life.

Things go up and things go down,
and we have all these highs and lows,
but are we even in the end,
I don´t think anybody knows,
but when I look from my window
I pretend that I´m in France.
You know I never have been there
but I might jump at the chance.

Tell me what do you do
with a troubled mind?
Do you sing? Do you cry?
Do you wait for a better time?
Do you think about tomorrow

when you´re living in today?
And can you stop this tide against you,
make it go the other way?

And when I look from my window
I can hear the little bird sing;
And I like to hear those little birds
because then I know it´s Spring.
And Spring comes after Winter,
surely all of this we know.
And Spring is really coming,
it´s just so god damn slow.

I am sitting by my window;
I am thinking of my rent.
I am looking through my pockets
and I am wondering where it went.
I am feeling like the Devil,

maybe like the Devil´s wife.
I am singing for my supper.
I am singing for my life.