“Remember waking up that morning, sighing,
not wanting more than your breath in mine and nothing more than a simple life.
Remember walking around the city, smiling,
not wanting more than your hand in mine and nothing more than a simple life.Thinking of Roxy, the touch of her hands
there at the party where nobody danced.
Thinking how we ever left hand in hand,
crying so hard I could hardly stand.”
Det kan stå alene, lyt efter lyt.
“Thinking of Roxy” landede på den perfekte dag, en dag for længsel og minder, en dag for en aftentur med en tynd horisont af lys i himmelens grånen. En dag med repeat. Denne følelse er ikke evig, den tilstand ikke evig, nye normaler opstår, nogen forbliver som nu, Blaue Blumes drømmebillede står klart i stjerneskydende guitartoner, gør mit?
