Texty:
Bay Laurel Under A Clouded Sky

words. All my dreaming has been shown to be only dreams. My heart is black as the night. I'm walking on a bleeding road again. I can't live in a dream

I'm walking on the path as I've done a hundred times. The wind is whisteling. It is so cold. My steps are fixed. To the forest I walk. The rain is whipping

sleep in the arms of silence? Will flowers weep upon my grave? Candles shine beside my name? Will they remember? Will they forget? I wonder. When I'm gone. I see a

Flying on a dream of gleaming lights. Lost and alone with you. Passing through the days in sanity. Time has ceased to be. You turn to me with your smiling

(The 5:th of February 1994. A frozen world outside my window) In a landscape so shimmering white. Under a cold sky so blue. They look so sad in their