02/Tisdag 02.2010




Stayed up all night talking to you
about the time that past, what ever was, what ever isn't
You asked me about the speed of time
I asked you about your dreams
I have no idea about mine

Sometimes i miss you,
beeing nothing is sometimes charmingly exciting

I en dröm dansar minnena vals
följsamma steg min mun mot din hals

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