When Will You Realise Vienna Waits For you?

Slow down, you crazy child

you're so ambitious for a juvenile

But then if you're so smart, tell me

Why are you still so afraid?

Where's the fire, what's the hurry about?

You'd better cool it off before you burn it out

You've got so much to do and

Only so many hours in a day

But you know that when the truth is told..

That you can get what you want or you can just get old

You're gonna kick off before you even

Get halfway through

When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?

Slow down, you're doing fine

You can't be everything you want to be

Before your time

Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight

Tonight...

Too bad but it's the life you lead

you're so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need

Though you can see when you're wrong, you know

You can't always see when you're right. You're right

You've got your passion, you've got your pride

but don't you know that only fools are satisfied?

Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true

When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?

Slow down, you crazy child

and take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while

it's all right, you can afford to lose a day or two

When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?

And you know that when the truth is told

that you can get what you want or you can just get old

You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through

Why don't you realize, Vienna waits for you

When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?

Arabella, The Morden Lover

Arabella's got some interstellar gator skin boots

And a helter-skelter 'round her little finger, and I ride it endlessly

She's got a Barbarella silver swimsuit

And when she needs to shelter from reality, she takes a dip in my daydreams

My days end best when the sunset gets itself behind

That little lady sittin' on the passenger side

It's much less picturesque without her catchin' the light

The horizon tries, but it's just not as kind on the eyes

As Arabella, oh

As Arabella

Just might've tapped into your mind and soul

You can't be sure

Arabella's got a '70s head

But she's a modern lover, it's an exploration she's made of outer space

And her lips are like the galaxy's edge

And her kiss the colour of a constellation fallin' into place

My days end best when the sunset gets itself behind

That little lady sittin' on the passenger side

It's much less picturesque without her catchin' the light

The horizon tries, but it's just not as kind on the eyes

As Arabella, oh

As Arabella

Just might've tapped into your mind and soul

You can't be sure

in a cheetah print coat

(Just a slip) underneath it, I hope

(Askin' if) I can have one of those

(Organic) cigarettes that she smokes

(Wraps her lips) 'round a Mexican Coke

(Makes you wish) that you were the bottle

(Takes a sip) of your soul, and it sounds like

Just might've tapped into your mind and soul

You can't be sure

Right now, my mind feels like a room filled with scattered papers, each one carrying a thought I meant to organize but never quite managed to. Nothing is where it’s supposed to be, yet everything demands attention at the same time. I try to pick up one thought, to make sense of it, but another one slips out from under the pile and steals my focus. It’s overwhelming in a quiet way—like a storm that doesn’t roar, but hums constantly in the background, wearing me down bit by bit.

It’s as if my thoughts have turned into knots: some are tight and painful, others loose but impossible to untangle. Even when I try to pull them apart, they tighten around each other, twisting into new shapes I don’t recognize. I keep searching for a thread that leads somewhere clear, but all I find are more loops, more tangles, more layers I can’t unravel as quickly as I wish I could.

There’s a heavy complexity in everything I feel. It’s not just stress, not just confusion, not just tiredness—it’s a mixture of all of them, blending until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. My mind jumps from thought to thought like it’s walking on stepping stones that keep drifting apart. Nothing stays still long enough for me to fully understand it, and that constant movement makes it hard to breathe, hard to decide, hard to simply exist without feeling weighed down.

Some moments I feel like I’m watching myself from a distance, trying to gently encourage my own mind to settle, to calm, to stop spinning. Other moments I’m right in the center of the whirlwind, trying to hold on to something solid while everything swirls around me. It’s not dramatic or loud, but it’s exhausting—mentally, emotionally, even physically.

And the hardest part is knowing that the world outside keeps moving at its normal pace, expecting me to keep up, while inside everything feels tangled, cluttered, and slowed down. I want clarity, I want ease, I want stillness—but right now my mind is a complicated place, full of noise that doesn’t know how to quiet itself.

Still, somewhere in all this confusion, there’s a small part of me trying to organize the chaos, trying to find one clear corner to breathe in. And even if that corner feels far away, I know I’m searching for it, step by step, thought by thought.

It feels like my mind has become a maze built overnight—walls rearranged, pathways twisting into places I didn’t expect. Thoughts don’t move in straight lines anymore; they loop, collide, overlap. Even simple things feel complicated, like they’re wrapped in layers I can’t peel away fast enough.

There’s a weight I can’t quite describe—not loud, not dramatic, but constant. It pulls at everything, making even the smallest step feel strangely heavy. It’s the kind of difficulty that doesn’t show on the outside, but inside it’s like juggling smoke: impossible to hold, impossible to ignore.

Nothing is exactly wrong, yet nothing feels easy. My mind keeps running in the background, spinning gears I never asked to turn. One moment it’s quiet, the next it’s a storm of half-thoughts, what-ifs, undone tasks, and feelings I haven’t sorted out.

It’s complicated in ways I can’t fully explain—messy, crowded, and tired—but somehow still trying to make sense of it all. And maybe that’s the hardest part: wanting clarity when everything inside feels like static.

I met her when I was blinded with grief

I met her when I was searching for a soul I can lean on

I met her when everything went blind

I met her when nothing made sense

I met her when my wrath nearly consumed me

I met her when I was poisoned by my mind

I met her when my rage destroyed the rays

I met her when I felt like the world was sinking

I met her when my mind was slipping through my fingers

I met her when i feared I would find my monsters underneath my bed

I met her when chaos walked into my life

I met her when I was lingering around my grave

And all it took was just meeting her....

Never will I ever find the right words

Pouring from my mouth, to express the desire of my heart

Oh did you hear? It was nothing clear

So better read my eyes before there's only white

I torment my brain to forget the pain

The memories spent with you

But how can I do when someone drew stars around my scars?

- Rosélia

I Wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: “Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.” Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.

Golden brown, texture like sun

Lays me down, with my mind she runs

Throughout the night

No need to fight

Never a frown with golden brown

Every time just like the last

On her ship tied to the mast

To distant lands

Takes both my hands

Never a frown with golden brown

Golden brown, finer temptress

Through the ages she's heading west

From far away

Stays for a day

Never a frown with golden brown

Never a frown (never a frown)

(Never a frown) with golden brown (with golden brown)

(With golden brown) never a frown (never a frown)

(Never a frown) with golden brown (with golden brown)

(With golden brown) never a frown (never a frown)

(Never a frown) with golden brown (with golden brown)

(With golden brown) never a frown (never a frown)

(Never a frown) with golden brown (with golden brown)

I'm on the run with you, my sweet love

There's nothing wrong contemplating God

Under the chemtrails over the country club

Wearing our jewels in the swimming pool

Me and my sister just playing it cool

Under the chemtrails over the country club

Take out your turquoise and all of your jewels

Go to the market, the kids' swimming pools

Baby, what's your sign?

My moon's in Leo, my Cancer is sun

You won't play, you're no fun

Well, I don't care what they think

Drag racing my little red sports car

I'm not unhinged or unhappy, I'm just wild

I'm on the run with you, my sweet love

There's nothing wrong contemplating God

Under the chemtrails over the country club

Wearing our jewels in the swimming pool

Me and my sister just playing it cool

Under the chemtrails over the country club

Meet you for coffee at the elementary schools

We laugh about nothing as the summer gets cool

It's beautiful how this deep normality settles down over me

I'm not bored or unhappy, I'm still so strange and wild

You're in the wind, I'm in the water

Nobody's son, nobody's daughter

Watching the chemtrails over the country club

Suburbia, The Brentwood Market

What to do next? Maybe we'll love it

White picket chemtrails over the country club

My love, my love

Washing my hair, doing the laundry

Late-night TV, I want you only

Like when we were kids under chemtrails and country clubs

It's never too late, baby, so don't give up

It's never too late, baby, so don't give up

Under the chemtrails over the country club, yeah (you're born in December and I'm born in June)

You're born in December and I'm born in June (under the chemtrails over the country club, yeah)

My Cancer is sun and my Leo is moon

My Cancer is sun and my Leo is moon