Astrid

yes, stepping off a train in Berlin
drinking champagne is a sin
over the applause and clatter
all of her movements matter
walking down the stairs in a shirt
making it work, stopping the clock
yes, every word forms a pattern
a goodbye kiss
her brown hair looks like a snake
her blonde hair looks like a cake
Astrid bathing in a lake
I would like my heart back
yes, every note is for Astrid
every song I ever did
I would like my heart back
I would like my heart back
I would like my heart back