Latitude | Longitude

Latitude: 52.079984 | Longitude: 4.31134

Verse 1

the morning rush of waking up

and jumping into the shower

and that first realization of water lines on my face

my shoulders and my legs

as if I have all the time in the world to relax

how did I get here in this morning?

but no

there is no time

within minutes there is the walking to the car

and heading to the office

diving into dossiers of people

a feeling of belonging

this important job is mine

and it’s exciting and new

and it pays how it pays how it pays off

to be in the center of life

and a world of responsibility and ownership

I love my place in the scheme of things

in that town I call my own

and I can’t find my car

it’s parked elsewhere

so I go to the police

and they help little old me

the street is emptier than I remember

and—

the hour is 9.

how did I get here, already moving?

blink

and the room is where I started

with the wooden floors and the high ceiling

it’s 10 years ago

in that other city

where cobble streets are paved

and the small bridge in the city center

is filled with flower stalls on Wednesdays

how did I get here again?

my university town fills me with awe

and my friends are always there

to celebrate the weather

the restaurants

and the bookshops that are everywhere

and I want to go back to that place in my dreams

before I met you

and all was lost.

that Saturday night

in that other city

where you were and I was

and we were together for so short a time

as if everything boils down to one night

where I found you

and lost you

you grabbed me by the arm on the streets of Amsterdam

to prevent me from stumbling into a car

my heart

my heart

I was broken when that night ended

and the morning broke us in two

but I saw you didn’t I?

weeks later in my city

you smiling

sitting on that flower bridge

and me not sure what to do

I was 25

and you must have been 40?

I dreamed about us for so long

that my dreams are false memories

how did I get here?

how I loved you

Verse 2

and then time passes

and it becomes something else

the next 10 years

are lost in the haze

drifting

a seashell floating ashore

how did I get here without noticing?

remember—remember

the blackness

days without names

it’s just emptiness now

Verse 3

and then I am back

changed into someone new

happy old camper

living a fulfilling life

with joy

smiling

the question is no longer a question

the days are good

the days are damned good

I am here