The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
I think I know the bloody way by now, Frankie. And turn the god damn radio down, thank you.
If we've been down this road so many times before, then why is it just as exciting everytime we decide to take another stroll?
You whisper "come on over" because you're two drinks in, but in the morning I'll say goodbye again
I'm so enlightened, I can barely survive a night in my mind
That you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Dear redhead boy,
Oh there would still be day and night, and I would still do wrong and right
And I am no king, but I've got things to give
And I waste so much time, thinking of time
And I should be out there, claiming what's mine
Any day I could die, just like I was born
And this bit in the middle is what I'm here for
And I just want to fill it all with joy
You didn't have the heart to tell me why
You're just a filler in the space that happened to be free
Please wear the face, the one where you smile
It's odd how I can relate to you, as I don't know you at all. But despite the fact that I don't know you, that we've never exchanged so much as a glance, I know you're a good person. And you will succeed. You're just one step closer now, perhaps?
Don't think twice, it's alright.
Som i slow- motion när du går sönder inuti
This time baby, I'll be bulletproof
Sitting in the slow-mo, and listening to the daylight
My feet are buried in the sand and there’s a breeze
There’s a shadow, you can’t see my eyes
And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies
But you put on quite a show, really had me going
I build myself up and fly around in circles
All I want is the for snow to melt. Because then I'll give it another go.
I can hardly wait for March. April. May, of course. And then there's always June.
After that, it's all vague and white. But the best part is that I get to color it all by myself.
And the best part about that is that there aren't any lines to color within, no limitations.
It's just blank.. and waiting for me.
Dreaming of the 60's and the man she'll never find
It's not always rainbows and butterflies, it's compromise that moves us along
Songs for you, truths for me
Always go forward, eh?
And somehow, you are always there. We're as comfortable as ever, never any need to explain. And atleast we know where we stand in each other's lives. I named my guitar after you.. Well, sort of.
Do you miss my smell?
Repeat
The pleasure part, the afterthought, the missing stone in the graveyard
The time we have, the task at hand, the love it takes to become a man
The dust at dawn is rained upon, attaches itself to everyone
No one is spared, no one is clean
It travels places you've never been or seen before
The scary part, the aftershock, the moment it takes to fall apart
The time we have, the task at hand, the love it takes to destroy a man
The ecstasy, the being free, the big black cloud over you and me
And after that, the upwards fall, and were we angels after all?
It's not a silly little moment, it's not the storm before the calm
We were not familiar with one another at all.
But as soon as we let each other in on our little secrets, it became us against the world.
I remember it well
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicate
This is what the world is for, making electricity
Lau blev helt plötsligt väldigt pepp. WHOPPA !
