disco2000

Jag gjorde mig hemmastadd hos Hanna i veckan.
Vi gjorde ostbricka med vin på torsdagen och fest på fredagen.
Jag festade dock lite för hårt (eftersom att jag är rockstar) och minns inte ens ölkriget jag tydligen startade.

Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head,
And as I climb into an empty bed,
Oh well, enough said.
I know it's over, still I cling, I don't know where else I can go, over

Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head,
See the sea wants to take me, the knife wants to slit me,
Do you think you can help me?

That veil bride, please be happy,
Handsome groom, give her room.
Loud loutish lover treat her kindly,
Though she needs you more than she loves you.

And I know it's over, still I cling, I don't know where else I can go, over over over over...
I know it's over, and it never really began,
But in my heart, it was so real and you even spoke to me and said:

If you're so funny, then why are you on your own tonight?
And if you're so clever, then why are you on your own tonight?
If you're so very entertaining, then why are you on your own tonight?
If you're so very good looking, why do you sleep alone tonight?
I know, because tonight is just like any other night,
It's why you're on your own tonight.

With your triumphs and your charms,
Oh there in each others arms.

It's so easy to love, it's so easy to hate,
It takes strength to be gentle and kind, over over over over over
It's so easy to love, it's so easy to hate,
It takes guts to be gentle and kind, over over

Love is natural and real,
But not for you my love,
Not tonight my love,
Love is natural and real,
But not for such as you and I my love.


Men trots att
jag har svarta hål i bagaget
och
vägsalt i lungorna,
vet jag
att det bara kan gå uppåt härifrån.