sofie johansson

Jag minns. Vi hade varit ute. Alla var glada i hatten och två hade hela menyer med hem, som åts i allt annat än tystnad på köksgolvet. Alla i sällskapet skulle sova i samma lägenhet. Musiken var på högsta volym, trots klockslaget. Jag minns.

Dekandenta minnen kan vara de bästa.
Och otroligt kärleksfulla.
Älska.







Fina låtar, blödiga låtar, ballader, kärlekslyrik.
How come, the midnight-hour's still your best friend?

I sit tight, don't want to miss the show
I hang on, don't want to miss my prime
Time will fly, upon my baby's back
Time will fly, upon my baby's back

Stay a while, my baby wants me to
Don't you go, my baby begs me so
But tide will dry, upon my baby's back
Tide will dry, upon my baby's back

And I get weak
I get weary
I miss sleep
I get moody
I'm in thoughts
I write songs
I'm in love
I walk on

So fingers crossed, my time is coming now
Don't you go, my baby begs me so
Time will fly, upon my baby's back
Time will fly, upon my baby's back

I get weak
I get weary
I miss sleep
I get moody
I'm in thoughts
I write songs
I'm in love
I walk on