About A Girl (2002)

One thousand eight hundered thirty one, and counting.

About A Girl


She writes love me... in the snow,
gets up and walks home all alone
She thinks in song,
speaks freely of her flaws
And I fell in love with her finger,
when I saw what she wrote

The four walls of her house,
are all she's got when I'm not there
The waitress dress is hanging on her wall,
stained with wine from yesterday
She whispered kill me...
when I talked to her last night

Fell asleep on the bus again today,
too many thoughts to stay awake
Hours down the road,
through the greyed out countryside
She still looks at me and smiles,
she wouldn't have it any other way


--Säker
January 21, 2002