Into the room we disappear again.
Fifteen hours of waiting there.
Pictures of you when you’re young and real.
It’s the disappearance of my youth.
Wishing for life to go backwards forever.
Wishing that I could get closer still.
I hold you in my dreams like you did.
It’s the disappearance of my youth.
It’s the disappearance of my youth.
You lived your life like a shadow and that’s how it breaks.
I can’t stop thinking I want those years to be ahead.
To be ahead.
Walking to the kitchen in the night.
Slow steps cause the waiting hurts.
In my dreams it’s me who’s fading.
It’s the disappearance of my youth.
I keep words on my tongue forever.
Hesitating to take your hand.
In the morning you will not be here.
Still I hesitate to make a move.
I just don’t see it happening to me.
You live your life like a shadow and that’s how it breaks.
You can’t stop thinking you want those years to be ahead.
To be ahead.
It’s the disappearance of my youth.
[In memory of Grazyna Ludvigsson]