i wake up
and the day feels broken
i tilt my head
try to get an angle
the evening i’ve always longed for
it could still happen
how do i master
the perfect day
six glasses of water
seven phonecalls
if you leave it alone it might just happen
anyway
it’s not up to you
well it never really was…
if you wake up
and your day feels broken
just lean into the crack
and it will tremble ever so nicely
notice how it sparkles down there
i can decide what i give
but it’s not up to me
what i get given
unthinkable surprises about to happen
but what they are
it’s not up to you
well it never really was…
there is too much clinging to peak
there is too much pressure
(it’s not up to you, björk)