And it's the first time That i'm back home alone And maybe it's time to say i'm wrong Or what else more should i say ...that i'm so drunken to notice that it's raining I still remember The fever smell ...so sweet And maybe it's time to say i am ok Or what else more should i say ...that i don't know the difference from years and days ...that every single day could be my birthday ...that i would set all on fire All on fire I dreamed the winter sun Turns your eyes into diamonds Your little sugar heart Melts into my tears I dreamed i bring my heart to you Closed into a tin box ...it was an old danish cookie blue box