Rett fra hodet, ned på papiret, inn på en særs liten opptaksmaskin, opplastet på nettet og ut på bloggen.
Akk, vakre teknologi, noen ganger blir det for meget.
Uansett. Noen ganger kommer ting bare ramlende. Denne mandagen var det en ny sang. Melankolsk, i moll og med ettertanke. Tolk den den som vil. Jeg har ikke tolket den ennå.
Melodien:
Teksten:
One night, one meeting, one kiss
The echoes of dreaming, of pure bliss
You fell the hours passing you by
You watch your life as it rushes
Past the corner of your eye
And the earth is falling
Death is calling
Calling for you
And everything, everything
Is caught in this moment
Of pure and eternal peace
And anything, anything
You do, leaves no torment
Just two in a moment like this
In a moment of bliss
Two hearts, two bodies, two souls
The love of the moment patching the holes
Then suddenly all, it all falls apart
And all you can see is the broken
Pieces of your heart
Then the earth is falling
Death is calling
And everything, everything
Was lost in that moment
Of pure and eternal peace
And anything, anything
You do leaves great torment
Just a dream of a meeting like this
A moment of bliss
The earth is falling
Death is calling
Calling for you
