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You start coming back into my dreams, back into my chest. I see your long hair so close, I hear your lilting bass voice. It was two years since we both saw each other, since we met. I guess time and space disappeared somewhere along the way. Who the hell can understand? Who the hell can explain? Who the hell can tell why? I want one last hour with you, one last of everything. We were driving in a torrential downpour on the motorway and you asked me if I could hold the wheel. I see you clearly, wherever I stand and wherever I look. The same street, the same place, the same everything means nothing anymore. Who the hell can understand? Who the hell can explain? Who the hell can tell why? I see you clearly, wherever I stand and wherever I look. The same street, the same place, the same everything means nothing anymore. Everything was predetermined. I refuse to accept, I refuse to understand. You disappeared from us so fast and so suddenly, I'll take the wheel for you in any storm. You sat alone on a beach a hundred miles away from civilization. And with a force, you got up and threw yourself into the blue.
Give me back dreams we have.
Give me five last bike rides in the area, five last dips in the sea, five last stops on the road. Give me five last folk beer scoops and five last snowball fights in the parking lot, five last everything. Give me one last guitar player, one last guitar in the air, one last guitar down into the head. Give me five last police reports for five last thefts of five last Buddha statues. One last gig, one last riff, one last solo and one last bottle of Pucko. One last everything, five last everything. That day when I sit down, when the time is up. Who am I then? Who are you then? Then all the things I once laughed at instead become things that I laugh with then. Who the hell am I then? Give me back dreams we have. Our last days as children ran away from us. One last everything, five last everything.