this time I have tried to work more with my lousy mic - I hope the voice is more clear! (-:

this morning

I was still holding youre hand

you where

long gone

somewhere in youre dreams

the hand

still warm

shows me

what making love can

the hand opens slowly

I see the lines

that says too much

about who you are

to much knowledge

you laugh about

youre hand

is drinking my coffee

holding my newspaper

points in the direction

where I`m going

I put youre hand in my pocket

walks against my day

what where you

supposed to do

if youre hand got away

imagine

if you got confused

and I could not show

youre way home?