MariaCecilia

underbara soliga väder.
långtur med Goliat, långtid i stallet.
från halv elva till fem.

jag är kär, alldeles förälskad i en låt jag bekantade mig med igår.
ibland, eller gansla ofta är man tydligen inte ensam med att känna som man gör.
det är oftas någon som känt likadant innan. kanske är det en tröst.


Del Amitri – Tell Her This

Tell her not to go
I ain't holding on no more
Tell her something in my mind freezes up from time to time

Tell her not to cry
I just got scared that's all
Tell her I'll be by her side, all she has to do is call

Tell her the chips are down
I drank too much and shouted it aloud
Tell her something in my heart
Needs her more than even clowns need the laughter of the crowd

Tell her what was wrong
I sometimes think to much
But say nothing at all
And tell her from this high terrain, I am ready now to fall

Tell her not to go
I ain't holding on no more
Tell her nothing if not this; all I want to do is kiss her

Tell her something in my mind
Freezes up from time to time.