ours were not the first hearts
that tried to beat in this apartment
the walls and the parquet foor has started
to buckle under the weight of a century's worth
of cries and laughter
In nineteen hundred and eleven
the two rooms and a kitchen appeared like heaven
to a family of seven
two and a half world wars between them
and the two of us I think to myself when
we hide in eachothers arms
from thoughts that the night froze although our bed is warm
oh, our hearts try too hard
and we keep forgetting
that life is for the ones who does not ask so many questions
and despite our fancy bedsheets
now you wriggle in your sleep from bad dreams
each little thing I can save you from
but only for as long
you're so close to me
that we share the same heartbeats
