När tystnad är bättre än ord.
Eller inte.I was the match and you were the rock.
Maybe we started this fire?
Will you still love me when I’m
no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when I got
nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will
I know you will
I know that you will.
Look who’s digging their own grave,
that is what they all say.
Do you like the person you’ve become?
In the morning on the train,
you sit and stare out at the rain
or bury yourself in your books.
Don’t look at no strangers,
no, don’t give them any looks.
You ask yourself why you’re so afraid.
Why you hesitate when someone asks your name. They’ll come too close if you tell them the truth, who’s to say they want something from you?
Ligger i soffan vid balkongen.
Läser, tänker, bläddrar, läser om.
Har inte pratat på 26 timmar,
inte format någon mening,
inte sagt ett enda ord.
Läser lite till, lägger ner boken.
Sitter vid fönstret i köket och tittar ner,
tittar ner och tänker. Inte ett enda ord.
Tar upp boken och läser igen.
Läser, tänker, bläddrar och läser om.
I want my cake and I want to eat it too.
I want to have fun and be in love with you. I know that I’m a mess with my long hair and my sun tan, short dress, bare feet, I don’t care.
