Jackson

I woke up alone

The only thing I know is that yesterday night I played a show

And lost my voice

My throat is fucked up because of the alcohol

The weather out of the window takes my mind back to London town

Where the streets are full of dreams

And all the way around you can hear people whispering:

We are the kids with holes in our sneakers

Waiting for another night to believe and

We used to drive that same old car

That brought us to the most amazing places we’ve seen so far

Only one smoke left in the pack

For the next one we hope to find a new friend

Still singin’ along and we mean it

While that song constantly keeps on repeating

‘Late for the sky’ keeps on spinnin’ 33 rounds per minute

Jackson is singin’ out something softly

And he’s softly killing me

Out there is snowing

But his voice always seems to be able to warm our hearts