Dandelion Seed - Jens Lekman

Lisa, I came to think of us before

As I walked through our old town

Preparing for a storm

I bought water and candles like the prepper I’ve always been

Oh, Lisa, Lisa

I always waited for the worst

While you just smiled and dived in head first

There’s a sadness in everything I never did

And everything that I did do

While not really being there

Never stepped over the threshold with both shoes

Made sure I never got close to anything that I could lose

Oh, Lisa, Lisa

I couldn’t really see

How I built a bomb shelter under every dream

And how I slowly came to be a dandelion seed

Blaming the wind for where it carried me

The storm’s picking up

Been waiting long enough at this bus stop

So I turn around, make a beeline past domkyrkan

Dripping down Västra hamngatan

Down to the harbor

To what’s left of this old town

I sit there and listen to the wind and how it’s playing

Through the cranes over at Hisingen

The wind is like a

The wind is like a string section

The wind is like a string section

The wind is like a string section

The wind is like a string section