Hejdå Snow Fairies

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 yesterday
a 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