Besedila: Kent. Hagnesta Hill. Cowboys.

The wires dream about swallows in the spring
I dreamed about my childhood surrounded by dead things
Awakened by the humming that machines make when they sleep
At least I woke up smiling, so glad I had a dream

She is waving out of the window
Her smile is red as a wound
And my quiet heart goes to pieces
It's been a lonely year in this room

And I will not ignore you like before
My January promises are more
Than words softly spoken

I'm filming now
Obsessed with how I look
And everything I told you
Was stolen from a book

I read something about kisses
In a science magazine
Something they can't capture
In the sweetest movie scenes

She is waving out of the window
Her smile is red as a wound
And my quiet heart goes to pieces
It's been a lonely year in this room

And I will not ignore you like before
My January promises are more
Than words softly spoken