Världens finaste present, favorit i repris.

So how have you been
heard you where in town last weekend
Say how's Stockholm this time of year
Do you still write
down your deamons through the night
do you still bake you Carrot Cakes

Sorry I haven't written lately but
I've never been good with pens
and I am pretty sure that I am not your only friend
But I just want to say Hi
Björk are you lonely tonight
do you still cry yourself to sleep

But sometimes in my strangest dreams I see you apear
the most disturbing feeling you are far away but still near
Saying "Kasta aldrig tjurar på päron i bås och kasta aldrig päron på tjurar i påse"

I just want to check in
is fall still your favourite season
You used to love when trees turned red

And if you still fear winter I hope they're not as cold as they where back then 
and if so I'll warm you by your kitchentable and hold your hand saying
Björk please don't cry
I'd struck your hair and sing you through the night
we could rent Amelie Poulin.

But sometimes in my strangest dreams I see you apear 
the most disturbing feeling you are far away but still near 
Saying "Kasta aldrig tjurar på päron i bås och kasta aldrig päron på tjurar i påse".

Text och video stulet direkt från min fina, fantastiska, ljuvliga och bedårande Fann.
Som jag saknar. Vilket verkar vara det enda jag ägnar mej åt nu för tiden. Att sakna och bakåtsträva och romantisera allt utom precis just nu:et som jag skulle vilja spola förbi snabbt snabbt snabbt. Men det var ju så.
finare förr.


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