Where Do You Go at Night - Rasmus Kellerman

What I remember is the scent

The thick and sour scent

Of you or of me or of the two of us Tangled and twisted and bent

Where do you go at night

I will follow you

Where do you sleep at night

I’ll follow

What I remember is the hint

The brief undeniable hint

Of something so wonderful and strange

As a life we could’ve had but didn’t

Anywhere I will follow… you

There’s no place I would rather be There’s no part I would rather play

There’s more to this than the history

This is a brand new day

No more wishing it all away

No more claiming to be OK

No more being passed off

As a cliche