My hands are tied until the summer
Harbouring thoughts have never been laying under
For your messages I was a hummer

Intelligent one-way communication
Uncatchable inside-admiration

Grown up in likable ways of purity
Too bad I was a mysterium wrapped up in anonymity

The theatre goes on in my mind
In real it's just walls all the time
But who knows what happens farther down the line

These constantly aching italian bumps,
Shaking my life with hysterical thumps
They carve out my heart in chronical lumps

Secretly you adore the old times
I guess you will never find anyone who can be called mr flawless
Then who could imagine you'd be such a princess?

Childlish and grownup in the same ways as me
Following what happens in the community

The chase can't end in my mind
In real it's just walls all the time
Ms perfect will never give me the sign

In my dreams we go out for a slide
Open feelings never have to hide
Ginger thoughts that never will unfold
Angrily ignoring he who is bold

These constantly aching romantic thoughts
A breezy heartache just wasn't enough
Hovering headache my baby you're rough

Reliving one of the things from my teenageyears
In-love abrupt sensational tears
Can you feel anything, or know that I'd never do you harm
The impossibilities have been right all along when I give up on having you charmed

The ginger thoughts goes on in my mind
In real it's just walls all the time
Who will charm you into hearing the weddingbells chime?

Om noen lurer, ja det er parketten i leiligheten som er bakgrunnen :-)