lørdag den 19. marts 2011

There is a silence in the bonds between everyone.
I'll take a short-cut. We'll take a short-cut yeah.
In your eyes (x4).
I come 'round (x4).

Running up to never come down.
Never a corner to see around.
I felt the taste of a lemon combined with.
With your eyes (x4).
I came down (x4).

Bright blue blurry summer sky.
You're a cloud.

There is a silence in the bonds between everyone.
I'd wished we wouldn't be such a generation gone.
Such a goner.
My control to grow old. Not like a tree or a stone.
A tree with so many leaves to just stay and leave.
Found in your eyes (x4).
They fall down (x4).

Smiles everywhere.
In your eyes.
Trying to find somebody who tries to care.
And take it apart.

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Lights went out and the show went on
He said; You're a likable person. I would never have a doubt about you.
Turning, wailing down the hall as he used to.
Humming the same old songs. Trying to tell me something useful.

I remember the ruined house down my childhood street.
Where an old man lived who didn't have the strength to change his sheets.
While we gazed through the window at where I plan to live and die.
The ground would shiver.
Shiver when you said; It won't be you nor I.

Now I'm sitting by the phone.
Waiting for someone to throw a stone.
Just sitting by the phone.
Waiting for someone to crash my window.

Now I'm sitting by the phone.
Waiting for someone to throw a stone.
Just sitting by the phone.
Waiting for someone to crash my window.

I remember the ruined house down my childhood street.
Where an old man lived who didn't have the strength to change his sheets.
While we gazed through the window at where I plan to live and die.
The ground would shiver.
Shiver when you said; It won't be you nor I.

Sitting down and wandering around.
Breathing out and taking in.

No, I ain't got a problem.
It's you with a problem.
I ain't got a problem.
It's you with a problem.

You know why I ain't got time to sing
And time to swing.
With you.
With you.
With you.
With you.