I dream of…*

 

…cities. Empty cities.

 

 

Where I`ll lay down alone.

 

 

I dream of cities. Endless cities.

 

 

Where I will die alone.

 

 

And someone speaks there of all that I`ve known.

 

 

And the stone streets there. That I come from…

 

 

*The words are used with the kind permission of Kristoffer Bolander, lent from his song „cities“