6 a.m. on an empty bridge
Nestled in the Czech Republic
My jacket's on, but it's not enough
On a wet bench eating breakfast:
Cheese with some type of Swedish bread
I can't say the word, but it's in my head
Knäckebrot? Hårdbröd?
I can't pronounce it but I know I should
I wonder what they're doing now
If he's still with her and, if so, how does the light reflect off your beating eyes while the Birds move in a line?
In a winter garden with a view
Raise a dog that likes to bite through fog
I hope my knees are fine so we can exercise
And figure out that swan song