När vi vaknar imorgon finns inte The Snow Fairies längre. De gör sin sista spelning ikväll klockan åtta på Popfest i New England. Och jag kan inte ens säga hejdå på ett vettigt sätt. Jag har tunghäfta.
thinking back to yesterdaya busride home, the starry sky
wishing I'd said everything
or drawn a picture of days gone by
I hope you don't think that I have nothing to say
I'm just tongue-tied
distracted by the pink of your cheeks
as you're walking away
feels like only yesterday
a bikeride home in summertime
you know what's inside my head
and that's just fine, cause now you're mine
I know you don't think that I have nothing to say
I'm still tongue-tied
enchanted by the pink of your cheeks and your smile
as you're walking my way
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