Northern Lights

Perhaps an ideal way of life

leads to an ideal way of death

It would be good to be you

but I’d rather be dead

Perhaps a fashionable way of life

leads to a fashionable way of death

but to be in love is not in fashion anymore

Let’s move somewhere

near the northern skies

and watch the northern lights

and watch the northern lights

come into my arms

I want you in my arms

I want you in my arms

In a way it’s just not very nice

to be around people with fashionable minds

perhaps It’s futile to speak when everyone is online

alone with a couple hundreds of friends

and a couple hundreds of pills