Dostojevskij Fashion

Six o'clock in the morning
Mirrored light on cobblestone
Walking the straight and narrow
Guided by the city moon

Taxicab emerges around the corner
Driving slow, looks kind of sly
I step onto the pavement
To keep my suede shoes dry

Six o'clock in the morning
My mind is set on you
Onto the winding dire stairs
That everybody knows

I can't turn back
I can't duck down
I'm in a Dostoyevskij fashion

The word is out
Here we go again
And tidal waves are clashing

Out of an open window
Distant tones from once before
A saxophone is glowing
Johnny Coltrane's on the floor

Reminders of sweet innocence
Among those city walls
The crimson skies has come alive
The Night Flyer's echo rolls

Six o'clock in the morning
My mind is set on you
Onto the winding dire stairs
That everybody knows

I can't turn back
I can't duck down
I'm in a Dostoyevskij fashion

The word is out
Here we go again
And tidal waves are clashing

I can't turn back
I can't duck down
I'm in a Dostoyevskij fashion

The word is out
Here we go again
And tidal waves are clashing



Credits
Writer(s): Hansson Anders Stig, Andersson Fredrik Bjorn
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