When I picked you up
I thought anything can happen
I put rose-colored glasses on
And the sky was raining rose pedals
My bike turned into a convertible
And we cruised around Riviera
But imagination is the only place,
that has no limits
It's the kind of feeling when
You're on a plane and jump
But you forgot your parachute
How do you say it, well
I sort of missed out
They're just days, migratory birds in the autumn
I'd like to keep them
But I'm like an island, they're just bridges
This is how you burn them
Then I woke up, dizzy and confused
No convertible, I bike even in the winter
You had to go, I needed to stay
The wind on the bridge of Hakaniemi is freezing