Here I lay in a crashed car. No-one knows when I've left. Here I lay, staring at stars. But I know their just satellites. . The firstaidkit. It's useless. It's too late. It offers no help
. Oh the bitter winds are coming in. And I'm already missing the summer. Stockholm's cold, but I've been told. I was born to endure this kind of weather. When it's you I find like a ghost in my mind.
