Denivit

men vad kan jag göra?

jag sätter på lite musik med kloka ord,

och låtsas att jag inte är ensam.

And with a faint taste of cigarettes you write hallelujah songs.

Ain't it wonderful feeling alright
So I tickle up your backbone.

And at the break of day you sink into dream, you dreamer

On a date by a chocolate lake
Down by the rotary
Past town at the edge
Looking down at butterflies

And at the break of day you sink into dream, you dreamer

-Jenn Grant