And so I find myself here once again - first step down Remedy Lane

Budapest you tore my world apart - well, here I am

Worn with rope ends on my mind, torn with blood scarred in my eyes

But now I'm back to shake that from my life



Ending Theme, ending theme

Ripping at the seams, for an opening



Back again at Deak Ter - I know I could have left her here

It was the feeling of leaving myself that I could not bear

The same old hotel room in Pest one night before the Sziget fest

Hungarian Princess will you share my rest?

To rest my...



ENDING THEME 

ENDING THEME

Ripping at the seams, for an opening



to be honest I don't know what I'm looking for - who to be

sitting here as once before, weeks ago - just waiting for a knock on that door 

and I have left all I thought was me to find out, to make sure if it was you or me

that made me feel so free and real, but when we kiss I don't know, I just don't know

'cause it leaves a taste of emptiness, and I think What if I'm simply depressed?

blind, just finding rest from my mind here in Budapest?

confusing zest with the joy of being blessed with the bliss of self-escape as we kiss?

and mixing my being unstressed with your being undressed and the taste of being true

with the fresh taste of me and you as we touch? I don't know

but I saw so much of me in you, the me I've missed, the young and free in you

but still, that doesn't mean a thing, may not mean anything about my needing you

but I guess we had to meet, to be near; to make sure, and still my dear

beyond this bed and that door, to be honest, I fear I just don't know



ENDING THEME

ENDING THEME

Fanning flames to dreams of belonging

ENDING THEME

ENDING THEME

Ripping at the seams, for an opening



[Johan Hallgren]



to be honest I don't know what I'm looking for...

living here, watching you leave trough that door