作词 : Sjur Lyseid
作曲 : Sjur Lyseid
It's cold
A wind sweeps over Dallas
And it tastes like polyester
In the fall I'll try to find a balance
Like standing straight will get me anywhere
It's a year since I set this plan in motion
In the fragile comfort of your room
Up north
and straight across the ocean
we also live on hope and fossil fuel
And I suppose I'm no longer a ghost
Just a distant friend
how we once pretended that we could agree
that there's no more history
We would just depend on present tense
And then
Out here the seasons are semesters
And Spark Notes count as literature
In a word that's new and brave and better
I somhow wish your face would just occur
And I suppose you're no longer a ghost
just a distant friend
How we needed them back when we would agree
that there's no more history
Just future tense
I won't defend now and then
I suppose this is nothing but a toast to absent friends
at their exense we'll just wait and see
if there's no more history
And just defend the present tense
And then
