Senja - Luluc

Senja was so easily disenchanted

Who said being spoiled gives you anything much at all

Some wealthy set, their angry pet

An open case, her aching chest

Her blue eyes asked

Where does this longing come from

Or is it just how it runs?

We stood in the doorway, she asked me some questions

With the party and the drinking going on

«Who would want it?»

she said, «I've had all that»

A brief escape, just another empty taste

That’s when her blue eyes asked

Where does this longing come from

Or is it just how it runs?

A pretty young face, in but out of place

Already she saw, her part and the boredom

Where does this longing come from

Or is it just how it runs?