Gutten i røyken - DumDum Boys

Du gjør for øyet det honning gjør for munn

Jeg var en av fangene i ditt mysterium

Traff aldri veggen, jeg traff deg

Gutten i røyken, det var meg

Du lærte meg om redd og ensom

Jeg holder meg fast i min egen hånd

Hei, lille venn, vondt å sitte stille

Jeg er klok av skade, og du har litt spader

Du har pynta deg, men du lurer ikke lenger meg

Jeg brant mitt lys i begge ender, du hjalp meg å holde det

Så meg inn i øynene, og heiv det på bålet

Hadde jeg visst da det jeg vet i dag

Og tatt det du sa for det det var

Hei, lille venn, vondt å sitte stille

Jeg er klok av skade, og du har litt spader

Du har pynta deg, men du lurer ikke lenger meg

Du lærte meg om redd og ensom

Nå holder jeg fast i min egen hånd

Hei, lille venn, vondt å sitte stille

Jeg er klok av skade, og du har litt spader

Du har pynta deg, men du lurer ikke lenger meg

You do to the eye what honey does to the mouth

I was one of the prisoners in your mystery

Never hit the wall, I hit you

The boy in the smoke, it was me

You taught me about scared and lonely

I hold on to my own hand

Hi, little friend, it hurts to sit still

I'm wise of injury and you have some shovels

You've dressed up, but you're not kidding me anymore

I burned my candle at both ends, you helped me keep it

Looked me in the eyes, and raised it on the fire

Had I known then what I know today

And taken what you said for what it was

Hi, little friend, it hurts to sit still

I'm wise of injury and you have some shovels

You've dressed up, but you're not kidding me anymore

You taught me about scared and lonely

Now I hold on to my own hand

Hi, little friend, it hurts to sit still

I'm wise of injury and you have some shovels

You've dressed up, but you're not kidding me anymore