And I know we were both too young
Way back when we had our thing
And you're not the one that I think of
Every time that the telephone rings

And I know that what we had
Would not be called love by the ones who know
And I know it's been many years
And a hundred love-affairs ago

I know all that so well
But I also do know this:
Calleth you, cometh I
And that's just how it is
And how it's always been
It's where my reason stops
And something else comes in
I know it doesn't make sense, but still...
Calleth you, cometh I
-And that's how it is

..And I know how it was last time
And how bitterly it always ends
And I know we were both too young
To know what real love would be like

Jag vill ha festivalkänsla. Det skulle behövas lite nu.
Och jag saknar att festa, på riktigt, som förr. Inte bara gå ut på krogen, utan FESTA, our style.
Det var alldeles för länge sen..
Jag känner mig för gammal för mig själv ibland, jag är inte det.
Jag är inte mig själv i det här.


Jag saknar er.







Jag har olika perioder som jag nostalgiar mig kring.