Nattrafiken

I never planned on this but its the way it goes
and now it all seems so familiar like pages turned on calendars
we get the same twelve months to fuck things up -year after year-
and i can't believe how down i am
like the well i'm being lowered in, now water stops,
the bucket drops us farther and farther down

But you'll get that feeling back,
you just need sometime to drink
and so i'll fill my gut with that blood red wine
until my insides swim and my veins unwind.
I'll be lying there in that hot white air once
that something is gone it might never reappear.