My Cousin - Frida Hyvönen

My cousin got married in a distant land

Wonder where, wonder how, wonder who.

And then she got married to another man

Again a love and new.

Now they have 3 girls spreading their light in the world

I sleep in their guestroom sometimes

When I pass through town.

I’m not the marrying kind, and neither are you

But still I am absurd enough

To ask you, if we were the marrying kind

Would it be my hand you’d ask for?

Would you be the dad of the children I most likely won’t have?

Is that how much you like me?

Or is it not even close?

Oh, I know my question doesn’t make sense at all

Since we live outside the realms of yes and no I know my question doesn’t make sense at all

But, I know somehow I need I need to know

I know my question doesn’t make sense at all

Since we live outside the realms of yes an no

I know my question doesn’t make sense at all

But, I know somehow I need I need I need I need I need I need I need to know.