For the Steadiness - Britta Persson

From my balcony I can’t see the city

But I know it’s there

With expectations in the air

And a will to let small mistakes through

I ride the subway, I get off at random

Where could you be?

Checked the balcony

And the bushes on the slope beneath

Last time I saw you what signs did I give you?

Was I stupid enough to let you think

I wasn’t interested?

That would have been typically me

Will you meet me in the city?

We could force up my jaws and get me to talk

For the steadiness in your eyes

The lack of restlessness in your heart

I’ve found a spot

In an unexplored part of my inside, don’t be shy!

For the steadiness in your eyes

The lack of restlessness in your heart

I’ve found a spot

And for every silly thought of yours I’ve got room

I wish for nothing else than talk to you

I scout the streets, a lot of strangers

And a haircut just like yours

«Can I please run my fingers through your hair?»

I never ask and he never answers

Last time I saw you what signs did I give you?

Was I stupid enough to let you think

I wasn’t interested?

That would have been typically me

Will you meet me in the city?

We could force up my jaws and get me to talk

For the steadiness in your eyes

The lack of restlessness in your heart

I’ve found a spot

In an unexplored part of my inside, don’t be shy!

For the steadiness in your eyes

The lack of restlessness in your heart

I’ve found a spot

And for every silly thought of yours I’ve got room

I wish for nothing else than talk to you