We're walking on the crust on the ice
That broke under you when you were young
We're walking towards the future, they say
But we're dying to go home
There lies a melancholic joy and though you'll never again be with
Those who know who you are

We read One Hundred Years of Solitude
I see one coming up
I will be quiet from now on and see what happens
When silence burns your skin
Probably nothing that is usually what goes round
Quiet from now on

An hour takes a weekend in this town
Kiss me just to shake up something
The hands of time go backwards here
I swear to God just make up something

You bought your Lonely Planet
You're going south, you're starting a career
Me, I'm pretending it's because I love this town I'm staying here
I stretch out in the sun, say:
"Aren't we important, flying off when all of this is around you
But I guess it's expected of you"

The lakes we skate on they melt earlier, break earlier
For every year I've heard the birds fly further north
I read the news about the Earth, it's growing warmer now
For me, I see it as a sign that you're coming home
Keep coming home

An hour takes a weekend this time
Kiss me just to shake up something
The hands of time go backwards here
I swear to God just make up something

Just for the sake of something kiss me
I mean move to Sweden with me
Set my house on fire, do it now
Watch the embers [?]

I will be quiet from now on that's how I like being quiet
I deal with silence better than anyone I've spent my whole life crying

The lakes we skate on they melt earlier, break earlier
The lakes we skate on they melt earlier, break earlier
The lakes we skate on they melt earlier, break earlier
The lakes we skate on they melt earlier, break earlier
The lakes we skate on they melt earlier, break earlier
The lakes we skate on they melt earlier, break earlier