HEKT - Ingrid Olava

Silkemyk betong

Midnatt full av solskinn

Bokstaver stokket om

Ingen strategi

Helt nøyaktig planlagt

La det bli som det vil bli

Et glimt du lot meg se

Akkurat så lite

At jeg ikke glemmer det

Ingen verdens ting

Ingen verdens ting

Det eneste jeg holder i

Er en ankomsttid

Kanskje venter jeg på feil sted

Kanskje togene går baklengs

Mulig jeg har blitt et spøkelse

Mulig jeg må bli en annen

Det veide ingen ting

Det var et lydløst vingeslag

At du var på vei

Har jeg blitt feit på smuler?

Raste taket av for mange fugler?

Alt du ikke lovet meg

Ingen verdens ting

Ingen verdens ting

Det eneste jeg holder i

Er en ankomsttid

Kanskje venter jeg på feil sted

Kanskje togene går baklengs

Mulig jeg har vært en skuffelse

Mulig jeg må bli en annen

Akkurat så mye

Akkurat så lite

At jeg ikke legger meg og

At jeg ikke glemmer deg

Silky soft concrete

Midnight full of sunshine

Letters shuffled

No strategy

Exactly planned

Let it be as it will be

A glimpse you let me see

Just so little

That I will not forget it

No worldly things

No worldly things

The only thing I hold on to

Is an arrival time

Maybe I'm waiting in the wrong place

Maybe the trains are going backwards

Possibly I have become a ghost

Maybe I need to be someone else

It weighed nothing

It was a silent wingbeat

That you were on your way

Have I gotten fat on crumbs?

Did the roof fall off too many birds?

All you did not promise me

No worldly things

No worldly things

The only thing I hold on to

Is an arrival time

Maybe I'm waiting in the wrong place

Maybe the trains are going backwards

Possibly I have been a disappointment

Maybe I need to be someone else

Just as much

Just so little

That I do not go to bed and

That I will not forget you