I saw your pink in the gray Video (MV)

I remember your warm hands and sparkling eyes.
You saw me, I existed, and everything was fine.

I saw you in the store.
You had the same usual things in your basket:
Coffee, crispbread, and chocolate.

The routines, it was always about those routines.
Structures and calculations, zeros and ones.
But still, I stood there, hidden among the shelves.
The shelves in the store, missing you.

I remember how we laughed on the couch.
We had the same strange sense of humor.
I remember your warm hands and sparkling eyes.
You saw me, I existed, and everything was fine.

Those routines, I think you've been a little programmed.
By society, by your parents.
To be someone you were never really good at being.
You never dared to break free.

You became rigid.
Everything turned square, box after box after box.
You pointed and explained, "This is how the world looks."
Our laughter grew silent and a bit forced.

I remember how we laughed on the couch.
We had the same strange sense of humor.
I remember your warm hands and sparkling eyes.
You saw me, I existed, and everything was fine.

Those routines, I think you've been a little programmed.
By society, by your parents.
The gray everyday life came and never left.
I, small and pink, longed to get away and out.

Small, pink, and round-that's me.
If you had really been square, maybe I would have stayed.
But I saw your pink in the gray.
Your circle inside the square.

I remember how we laughed on the couch.
We had the same strange sense of humor.
I remember your warm hands and sparkling eyes.
You saw me, I existed, and everything was fine.

You were as small as me.
I hope your pink shows through one day.
I hope you'll love yourself one beautiful day.