The wires dream 

about swallows in the spring 

I dreamed about my childhood 

surrounded by dead things 

Awakened by the humming that

machines make when they sleep 

At least I woke up smiling 

so glad I had a dream 



Chorus: 

She is waving out of the window 

Her smile as red as a wound 

and my quiet heart goes to pieces 

It´s been a lonely year in this room 



And I will not ignore you like before 

my January promises are more 

than words softly spoken 



I´m filming now 

obsessed with how I look 

And everything I told you 

was stolen from a book 

I read something about kisses in a science magazine 

Something they can´t capture in the sweetest movie scene 



Chorus 



And I will not ignore you like before 

my January promises are more 

than words softly spoken