Copenhague
Vetusta Morla
Copenhagen
He ran, they never taught him to walk
He went after pale lights
She fled from mirages and extra hours
Airports, some come, others go
Just like Alice without a city
The courage to leave, the fear of arriving
It's raining in the canal
The current shows the way to the sea
Everyone is already asleep
Letting oneself go sounds too good
Playing at random
Never knowing where you might end up
Or start
A moment while the tourists leave
An early morning train managed to draw
The border between always or never
It's raining in the canal
The current shows the way to the sea
Everyone is already asleep
Letting oneself go sounds too good
Playing at random
Never knowing where you might end up
Or start
Or start
She sleeps after the storm
She didn't take off her clothes
She dreams of waking up
In another time and in another city
Letting oneself go sounds too good
Playing at random
Never knowing where you might end up
Or start
Or start
Or start
Or start