Reverie - Andreas Tengblad
we are settled in a land where everyone knows best, a time when we all need another hand
and I thought that I had found comfort in your arms, you carried me when we were overgrown
and I need you company, but you're a bird that's flying to be free
my love is a reverie
and sometimes I can look back at an old and foreign land, the few? is different when I'm on my own
I can see the things we lacked, it will make me understand the bad parts that we always should have shown
I need your company, but you're a bird that's flying to be free.
my love is a reverie
our love is a mistery, my love is a reverie, my love is a reverie, my love is a reverie
and I thought that I had found comfort in your arms, you carried me when we were overgrown
and I need you company, but you're a bird that's flying to be free
my love is a reverie
and sometimes I can look back at an old and foreign land, the few? is different when I'm on my own
I can see the things we lacked, it will make me understand the bad parts that we always should have shown
I need your company, but you're a bird that's flying to be free.
my love is a reverie
our love is a mistery, my love is a reverie, my love is a reverie, my love is a reverie
please please please
Tomorrow - Andreas Kullberg
hold me tight and don't let go, please pretend once more
that you still want me, right by your side. and you'll stay here, tomorrow.
your lips moving, I can't hear you, drifting of to where we used to go.
from the station, past the state park; where the skylight shows the way.
in the nighttime, turing slowtime, we came.
look in my eyes, wipe my tears. smile for me just this once
and let's just say, it's all just a dream. and you'll be here tomorrow.
I am styling, your not listening, drifting of to where we used to go
from the station, past the state park; where the skylight shows the way.
if you love me, I will love you. like an slowsloth in your heart.
you know sometimes the world closes in on you and it seems there is no end to your problems. sometimes the sadows of the past catches up with you, like on a rainy day and there you are standing in the middle of the life you were given like the beautiful, sensational being you are. and it's fucking pouring down as you run for cover somewhere.
some place where there's kind people, a dry blanket, a soft word, a warm fireplace and maybe even some peas.
hold me tight and don't let go, please pretend once more
that you still want me, right by your side. and you'll stay here, tomorrow.
your lips moving, I can't hear you, drifting of to where we used to go.
from the station, past the state park; where the skylight shows the way.
in the nighttime, turing slowtime, we came.
look in my eyes, wipe my tears. smile for me just this once
and let's just say, it's all just a dream. and you'll be here tomorrow.
I am styling, your not listening, drifting of to where we used to go
from the station, past the state park; where the skylight shows the way.
if you love me, I will love you. like an slowsloth in your heart.
you know sometimes the world closes in on you and it seems there is no end to your problems. sometimes the sadows of the past catches up with you, like on a rainy day and there you are standing in the middle of the life you were given like the beautiful, sensational being you are. and it's fucking pouring down as you run for cover somewhere.
some place where there's kind people, a dry blanket, a soft word, a warm fireplace and maybe even some peas.
