I really liked this morning

I´ll take my time
and I´ll write that letter
But before all that
I want to feel a little bit better
Like this morning
And I like this morning
when I can wake up whenever I like
Look from the window
stare at the screen
Watch some movies
Brush my teeth
Kiss your cheek
Float in between

And I like that you like it
I like to be silent
I feel for you, babe,
but I can´t always be like that
I have this need to be happy
without any goals
I´m going to take my time
Take a trip,
drink some wine
Don´t want to wait in line
Stand tall,
still high
Not always asking why,
who´s going to die,
who´s living my life
Always that one step behind

But just like this morning
while waiting for something
I´ll start tapping the keys
trying to think of what to dream
or should I just dream the dream
or hunt it down
While I´m in the town
Shouldn´t I live, not frown
I stared at my forehead
somehow I started
Thinking how young I am
and still got wrinkles
My mind still tinkles
I really loved the movie Singles
so maybe something´s there
Now how did I get here?

I mean I should watch these thoughts float
just like in a boat
watching the sky
while the clouds glide by
Shouldn´t hang on those,
shouldn´t grab them,
but just let them go
I should already know
but there´s too much to think
Too much to see,
things I can sink in
things I can´t win
Places I haven´t been in
and places to dream
So here I go again
Again I´m in between

Thinking
Should I let go
or just leave
There´s countries out there
I haven´t seen
Different clouds to grab
but the sky´s still the same
People who don´t know my name,
they don´t know am I lame or
should I be tamed
Start all over
Find someone to understand
But who can do that
if even she can´t?
Maybe the problem here
is the past
So if I wouldn´t have that
I could turn my back
Have all that

All that I dreamt of
Everything this morning
I should break myself free and
watch some old movies
Do this
Make them believe it
Feel it
Just like in a concert
Wave the hair and hands,
do it for me
I don´t need the hate
nor glory
But I need to walk this path
alone or then you come with me
but then you need to hear me
Feel me
Don´t just roll your eyes
thinking you know me
Know the reasons,
but don´t see me

So once again
I went too far
maybe gave too little
or bursted out too much
I need to learn to ride my mind
Write my own stories
just the right kind
And just as I said
I can´t continue to wait in line
My turn already came
but the ticket´s the thing I can´t find
Maybe it´s ´cause I changed my mind
too many times
Looked everywhere,
afraid to look behind
I bet it´s there
and that´s just fine
I´ll take a new turn
Or maybe
I´ll just take a hike

On a Black Leather Couch

I need a new story
inspired by Led Zeppelin's III
Black boots
and wet streets

We don´t mind too much
if the eyes get a bit clouded
You know moist lips can´t keep
the steamy secrets

All the songs in and out there
yet haven´t found a home
The doors might be closed
but on that couch you´ll never
be left alone
The doors might be closed
but the couch is still warm
The doors might be closed
for now

Bare legs on a black leather couch
where the skin feels sticky
and the joints ache
Heads so messed up and
the hair´s the messiest kind
But the morning comes
at 3 p.m. with a smile

So I begin my story
by kicking the boots out of my feet
in 1972
Exile on Main St

With some luck we´ll rock´n roll
and we´ll roll whenever we feel
And you know I love that so
Pour some sugar on me

All the songs in and out there
yet haven´t found a home
The doors might be closed
but the couch is always free
as you know
The doors might be closed
but the couch is quite near
The doors might be closed
for now

Bare legs on a black leather couch
where the thirst will always surprise
and the bottle´s always too far
Mind´s trying to think back what
the eyes must have seen
And so the evening has come
and life feels like a dream

I need to tell a story
with some clacks and whir
The sound of an engine
telling you are him and I am her

If we close our eyes
it´s 1995's Cloudy skies
Though right now it doesn´t warm our skin
but the sun never lies

All the songs in and out there
yet haven´t found a home
The doors might be closed
but the couch is yours
alone
The doors might be closed
but the couch is right here
for now

Bare legs on a black leather couch
where the sin is shown from the eyes
and the mouth mourns for more
Body gets pushed back while
the other tries to tell that
Here´s the night for you
so don´t try to fight back

I try to start a story
with a black skirt and those boots
I look at you like I know something
And you know that´s the truth

I say, any year;
Stop breaking down
We try to build Tomorrow's world
that others can´t burn down

The doors might be closed for now
but the couch is always free
And I lay back on it,
pull you next to me
Smiling at you rumblin´
With your words, stumblin´
I lay my legs on the black leather couch
And there you are with me