Under Cover
You feel like in the storage room
Like a coat hanging in the cloakroom
that nobody remembers of
No, you would never forget
You just can't decide where to go if you take it back
And face it, you wait a little for someone to take it
Be glad and say
Well! This is the coat I have always wanted
But no one is coming to take it
Because it is you(r) coat
Must decide what with it now
Summer winter
spring autumn
And maybe this coat just wants to say
I am waiting for May
Or November
And then you wear it and go
To search for happiness
Or just to find out
What it means
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