Sangtekst: Almond Tree. Make It Good. Into The Night.

Sometimes six strings are not enough and sometimes one is just too much.
In the night, there shot eleven stars, lying on the border of the yard:
A shadow in the black-grass-night,
Knowing it would be the last time I ever looked into the sky and questioned the course of my life.

Match it up, memorize every face.
Let it go, why take all the blame?
Everyone runs and everyone falls, it?s a fact of life and we take it all.
You take it all into the night.

Like a ghost or a dream,
A thought in the past.
And sixteen years before today a dream knew how to last.
Just a morsel or a penny, imagining a life beyond this shell
And everyone wants to be bigger than themselves.

Count your tears at night before they fall
Can you hear the train beyond your wall.
Could you even bear the sight of such escape?
Set yourself free and catch a train into the night.