Wednesday, May 27, 2009

been a while since i posted lyrics of any significance

I still wear these worn out jeans
I have to wear long-johns underneath

Down by the harbour there's a cool, cool breeze

I've never wondered if oceans can freeze

The strings on my fathers old guitar

The positions of the northern stars

The clock-like beat of the budgies heart

Tick, tick, tick now they know where you are


I tried the light therapy

From a Xerox-machine

The gentle beat of a tambourine

And it's not that I can't stand

To see you with another man
I just don't want to see good love

Fall into the wrong hands

Behind the craze there's a pretty sunset

The water shines like tiny bells
I feel the warmth in a cigarette

But everything else


And it's not that I can't stand

To see you with another man
I just don't want to see good love

Fall into the wrong hands


I tried the light therapy
From the Xerox-machine

The gentle beat of a tambourine


And it's not that I can't stand

To see you ruin our plans

I just don't want to see good love

Fall into the wrong hands

Fall into the wrong hands

-- Jens Lekman, The Wrong Hands

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