The Future Has Passed
There are knives in our lives
This is not West Side Story
I long back to the time of that brief affair
In the rain by the Seine
Where I told her I was sorry
And we watched a white bird catch fire in the air
There's a ghost with a rose
And she's nine foot eleven
Who stands every night with a smile by my bed
I'm not scared, I don't care
She's a devil from Heaven
Who came back like a savior after three days being dead
I'm killed every time I think about her
Nothing good will ever last
Tomorrow won't even be better
The die has been cast
And the future has passed
In the sky floats a guy
Even God gets sleepy
He needs someone watchful who'll never rest
The guard is so scarred
Even God finds him creepy
But he doesn't care much for a world that he detests
I'm killed every time I think about her
Nothing good will ever last
Tomorrow won't even be better
The die has been cast
And the future has passed
I'm killed every time I think about her
Nothing good will ever last
Tomorrow won't even be better
The die has been cast
And the future has passed
Writer/s: Morten Maehre