No trouble anymore
And I float on the road
Mattress still on the porch
With your purple box, heart of stone

I'm still glad you were born
I remember it all
But in my weak chest's a thorn
I'm a tired child, a cannonball
Steep turn, sharp right, night falls
Then I do need you
Please be careful what you wish for
Rings in my mind every time I go

When I'm back I could write
If I write, then I'll sing
Songs where we both belong
Sketching block, of things unworn
You're faithful as a dog
And I'm your sworn friend too
You also make some things easier
Like brand new shoes, Sеptember
Alone, still no surprisе
I do want you
I'll sleep now and when I wake up again
We'll find a name to call these things the same

No troubles anymore
And I float on the road
Your mattress still on the porch
You, with your purple box
And tell me how's your heart of stone?