En ensam fågel
i den starkaste vind
som biter i din kind
En ensam plats
i ett avfolkat land
som i öknens sand
En ensam känsla
i ett bultande bröst
som en längtans tröst
En ensam grubblare
i ett bottenlöst grepp
som ett sjunket skepp
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-12-03
Category: Lyrics
Too much
🎼
Grabbing a glass of beer,
to the sound of a country song
Singing alone my dear,
for being your love, all night long
Fills my life by the barrel tap,
when the body turns to dry
Starts my engine after a nap,
when it lives and don’t die
Hoping to find what I hear,
in a life from bar to bar
Dancing alone my dear,
for being gone, not too far
Fills my life by the barrel tap,
when the body turns to dry
Starts my engine after a nap,
when it lives and don’t die
Shaking the hips and the bone,
to the sound from the strings
Changes words on every tone,
for playing to it springs
Fills my life by the barrel tap,
when the body turns to dry
Starts my engine after a nap,
when it lives and don’t die
🎼
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-03-26