Disaster Area

Finally 2012 is here

But nothing's gonna happen this year

I feed my eyes with colours colours colours

Today and tomorrow

When I look in the mirror I just cannot see the devil

Let's talk about you

Did you pay the rent this month?

Did you film the glass falling down?

A slow motion

A still frame

Scattering crystals all around

Even the greatest fall

Down here

Sometimes

I kiss your eyes

You stop the time

Light a fire, dream of Jesus, send me a letter

Beware of wreckage in the disaster area

Stretching, falling, flying

Bouncing, rolling forever

Do the jellyfish when they ask you for that

You can see clearly

The past inside the present

And you can find

A safer way to play

You can make music out of noises

But you

Well

You don't know

Nothing but yourself

And you don't know

Nothing about yourself

I know it's not fair

Nor it is correct

'Cause you don't know anything but your music and your ears

And you don't know the places that I know

And you don't know the faces that I saw

And you don't know the voices in my ears

You know nothing about me, that's why we feel good

When we'll die in the sun

Then we'll have a ride

Back to where we're from

I will give you my memories for free

I hope that you'll love them

If you won't

Throw them

In the fire

When the snow falls

I think of that train

When the rain falls

I see Bergen again

When the sun shines

An endless summer's just begun

My memories are stuck in my mind

My memories are stuck in my mind