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Saknad, svartsjuka, ilska, tårar och sömnlösa nätter.
Detta är några av livets svåra rätter.
Vad dom gör där? Varför ställs de fram?

Vid bordet jämte ställs det fram annat att förtära.
Extas, lycka, skratt, leenden och känslan att vara kära.
Borde vi inte bara äta det ena om vi kan?
Vem hade känt sorg om det första bordet försvann?

Ingen vet den största utav sorger.
Det är den att inget känna.
Den kärlek vi bär, den kan ibland bränna.
För vad vore lycka om inget annat fanns?
Bara en sjävklarhet utan värde eller namn.

Jag kände inget nu ser jag världen.
Den är där, jag lever. Men är den värd det?
Kärlek, kärlek, kärlek.
Det är bättre att ha haft den och förlorat,
än att aldrig fått smaka det goda.

It's another day in the summer sun and you're looking at me.
Behind those eyes is a vault of emotions and I feel it.
We both know you blame life for what things are like,
and we both know deep inside that it ain't right.
Just open your mind, look at me. Life is standing right here.
Waiting to give you the summer and take away all the fear.

Me, me, me...I'm not sure if it's all or nothing about me.
Sometimes, I feel like the greatest prick alive.
And in between, I feel just like someone about to die.

Jag kunde inte låta bli att lägga upp denna. Med tanke på allt jag skriver så var den både rolig och passande :p
Dock får jag väl tillägga att om det kan kännas så här med mycket så vill jag fortfarande att de som läser relaterar till det som texterna betyder för sig själv.
Nu är det dags för en lite nyare dock, denna är bitter utan tvekan. Men kunde inte skita i det när jag fick fram en så passande bild. Ingen behöver tolka in sig själva i denna dock. Är inte bitter på någon särskild person.

I hold your hand while you talk of your trouble.
You answer me with a thanks, I give you the double.
Once again you've fallen down and cry,
I comfort you and help you dry your eyes.

This time it's over, the man left you for good.
He was to be there forever, but apparently "nobody would".
Now I hold you in my arms as I always have.
And I wonder how I can make you less sad.

You got drunk and called your friends jerks one weekend.
They left you to cry. I was there as soon as you clicked send.
I spent the night bringing you home and holding your hair.
All the time you said I was wonderful for being there.

Now I walk home after closing your door.
In the end you fell asleep on the bathroom floor.
I carried you to bed, and gave a cover if it gets colder.
Nobody seems to know all the weight on my shoulder.

The very next day he came back to you.
I am happy for you, seriously it's true.
Now you know he cared for you through it all.
Another week later I will answer your call.

You may believe child, I'm at ease.
But I never cared for days that are like these.
We have our burdens, some to share.
I only wish I wasn't one for you to bear.

Still I'm dreaming, of the seas.
Where water covers all that I could see.
And the waves come, down on me.
They crush what's left and then I'm free.

I tell you brother, I still care.
Even if I know I'm not always there.
I still want love, but I am scared.
My heart is drowning on an ocean cold and bare.

Jag ragglar ner för gatan.
Mina fötter släpar med.
Jag har ingen koll på klockan,
jag söker något mer.

Mitt huvud känns så trött.
Mina ben viker ner.
Jag lägger mig på gatan
alla fyrverkerier jag ser.

I ett töcken slutar året.
Inget äkta glädjeskval.
Nu blir jag den som
vaknar upp i ett annat årtal.



Ja jag låter gnällig och antagligen konstig. Men tycker det är lite sorgligt att så många människor spenderar sista och första tiden av året i påverkat tillstånd.

The wall is dry it's time for art.
We know it's the right time to start.
Make some faces and a silhouette,
of memories and dreams we get.

Come get your brushes but don't you fall.
We got to get some colour on the wall.
Paint it black if that's what you want.
But to live with it, is something that you can't.

For what we think is what we are,
don't make it dark just make a star.
If you need the help just give a call,
cause we got to get some colour on the wall.

You tire of that dark upon your wall.
Just paint it over, it's not eternal at all.
I can see you are a piece of art.
We got to get some colour on the wall.

Bakom stängda dörrar finns det skatter man sällan sett.
En gömmer pengar under sängen, en annan i en säck.
En tredje döljer diamanter i spisens mörka vrår.
Andra lägger smycken dit ingen går.
Bakom stängda hjärtan finns det kärlek man aldrig mött.
Försök bryta dig in, ge liv till det som är dött.
Jag sprider ingen kärlek i mitt liv,
jag söker den febrilt.
Bakom stängda dörrar finns de största skatter du någonsin sett.

The summer sun, with her shining flares,
tells me to get on my feet and leave.
And now I'm in the shade again,
the cold has found its way back in,
and I'm just so tired of what I am and feel.

I know there are no angels
to hold my hand,
on this mortal ground.
Perhaps somewhere in heaven,
we'll meet again.
And laugh away,
all this pain.

I hope you want to meet me,
sometime anywhere.
Or when I'm out of here.
I pray to God I'm not just
a hurtfull sight,
an endless night.
I still care.

The pain that I am feeling,
is my own fault.
And I know I shot an angel,
in her heart.
Until she fell apart.
But I am here.
To help all I can.

You came and asked me what was wrong,
I went and told you;
"I can't say what's going on.
But I got trouble sleeping,
I don't want to eat.
I wish I could cry, myself to sleep."

Do you remember, when you held my hand?
I might seem cold,
but I try to be a better man.
I never meant to be cruel,
I just want to sleep.
You should know you helped me...

Cause I feel so alone and I'm broken.
I can't love but at least I am hoping.

I can't love but at least I am hoping.

Awake in my bed, I'll never sleep again.
And if I do, it will never end.....

Mummy told me not to go,
she said:
"You're far too young and innocent.
Baby blue eyes, and a heart still whole.
Please little baby, please don't go."

But I was young and so in love,
I had
a pocket full of dreams and hopes.
And I was heading down a road where,
no one ever came back from there.

Time is a funny thing and I,
don't know anything about
life and love and who to be.
I don't think I will until I'm
sixty-three.

Daddy tell me what to do,
I have
a million plans but just one chance.
Then he told me, with a voice so cold:
"Listen son, you'll know when you're old.

Time is a funny thing and I,
don't know anything about
life and love and who to be.
I don't think I will until I'm
sixty-three.

Magically, wonderously, amazingly and completely and utterly breathtakingly...
I'm sorry, I can't use just one word to describe you, and I seem to run out of words.

Kan du hitta mig en plats i solen?
Du fann den en gång för länge sen.
I dina armar fann jag värmen,
och ljuset av en ängel tog mig hem.

Jag vaknar varje dag i ett mörker,
en plats dit inte solen lyser in.
Men på något sätt har jag ljuset,
det brinner i mitt hjärta än.

I want to tell you, to keep you from harm.
But if I tell you, I will break your heart.
I don't think it's right, to keep secrets like these.
But you've shown me before, I have no part in this.

Do I do what feels right, or do I respect the one I love?
Is it blind love to want nothing but good for the one I love?
Or is it the right kind of love, to be honest no matter what....