Repeaterberbeater

Musikk er som kjærlighet, det skjer vel helst ikke med først blikk/melodi. Den kan gå forbi deg mange ganger og du ignorerer den. Men når den først faller for den da sitter den for godt. Føler noen gang at jeg kan samenligne musikk med Alf Magne pga at det skjer akkurat sånn. Det er vel muligens sånn at du liker sangen som er rett over på spillelisten så du har hørt den en del ganger. Men bare begynnelsen for du er så in the moment at du spiller den ikke. Jeg har en sang som tok tid til å vende seg til, men når den kom så ble den der.


Sometimes I've got nothing to say.
Nothing to sing about,
That makes you lie awake.
Sometimes I've got nothing to do.
Nothing to signal out when I can't be with you.

How should I hold this girlfriend?
As tight as I ever could?
Now, why should I?
No reason why.
You wore me down worse.
Did I show?

Show me something good.
Show me something.

Sometimes I am nowhere to be found.
If it is just a bed, then why the ringing sound?
Sometimes we've got nowhere to be.
Nothing to talk about.
And nothing to agree on.

How should I hold this girlfriend?
As tight as I ever could?
Now, why should I?
No reason why.
You wore me down worse.
Did I show?

How should I hold this girlfriend?
As tight as I ever could?
Now, why should I?
No reason why.
You wore me down worse.
Did I show?