I was slicing up an avocado When you came up behind me With your silent brand new sneakers Your reflection I did not see It was the hottest day in August
up my head Don't wanna look this dead Don't wanna feel this dread I killed a party again I ruined it for my friends Well you're so silent Jens Well
I am leaving you Because I don't love you I am leaving you Because I don't love you Well it's the knowledge It's the knowledge It's the knowledge Of
I'm a little lost Without you Well that could be an understatement Now I hope that I have paid the cost To let a day go by and not Call on you Cause
She said let's put a plastic bag over our heads and then kiss and stuff 'til we get dizzy and fall on the bed. We were in heaven for five or six minutes
to check in 'cause I think about you every second So I send you this postcard just to say Don't let anyone stand in your way Yours truly, Jens Lekman
Oh, I still remember "Regulate" with Warren G. Could that have been back in the sweet summer of 1993? It was a sweet summer's night on Hammer Hill. Oh
There will be no kisses tonight there will be no holding hands tonight cause what is now wasn't there before and should not be I know I've broken
oh the memories, they come a-streamin' when I'm walkin' 'round here dreamin' on a summer's night on hammer hill oh, it's hard to stay with the subject
At the department of forgotten songs There is a crying girl She's lonely She's just sixteen Or forty-five She's been abandoned for almost all her life
Plant a tree for all the dead people Who's been hurt in love and war When that tree comes in to leave It?s all forgive and forgiven, forgiven The forest
to clean up my head Don't want to look this dead Don't want to feel this dread I killed the party again I ruined it for my friends "Well, you're so silent, Jens
Do you remember the riots in Gothenburg in the summer of two thousand and one Boy, we sure had fun I held your hand so proud it was shaking from what
A man walks into a bar orders a beer and a bowl of peanuts but the bar turns into a spaceship and the bartender gives him a hair cut i cant remember the
We lay still in the grass watching parakeets flying in and out of closed windows And you said It can't solve my problems neither can I solve yours we
and sometimes when I'm with good friends I unzip my lips and I say how in the world could I impress her is there a scientific proven gesture my friends says "jens
Oh happy birthday, happy birthday. Little Lisa, today is your day. Sing hallelujah, you know they blew ya'. There are too many, candles in your cake.
In a tiny tiny southern Swedish country town two acres of field and a gas station riding on my moped, looking for fun staring into the blood red sun
