It might be nice to disappear,
To see what is happening.
It might be nice to go way,
To be free from what is.
It might be nice to go somewhere,
Somewhere far away.
It might be nice to be free,
Alone with me myself.
It might be nice to disappear,
To be alone at last.
It might be nice to go away,
Somewhere I never was.
It might be nice to go somewhere,
Somewhere else than here.
It might be nice to be free,
To see what happens then.
It might be nice.
Written by India Wittmershaus.
Cover photo by Taneli Lahtinen.
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