Lag og texti: Bubbi Morthens
Everywhere you look
Theres shadows on the wall
The echoe of spring
Is disappearing down the hall
Our minds used to be wide open
Now its an empty room
Our feelings like the foot prints
That we left up on the moon
Stretched out like a feotus
That lost his mothers womb
You hear the waves lapping
at the walls of your room
Bodies without faces
with limbs they can´t control
voices from the past
rise from a dead telephone
The wind hammers on your window
like a raven that lost its wings
the one armde drummer plays his tune
outside the sirens sing
last night a gentle sound
flew past your ears
you thought it was the ocean
but it was only your tears
Remember the girl in the corner
she used to sell the people hope
they thought they were finding happiness
At the end of the hangmans rope
Now the corners empty
she won’t show up any more
be for she went to armageddon
she left a note at your front door.
Athugasemd
Ensk útgáfa textans Gaukur í klukku, líklega í þýðingu Mike Pollock sem gerð var vegna vinnu við plötuna Serbian Flower en ekki notuð.