Evighedsnætter - Pede B

Yeah, det går sådan her

Yeah

Røde øjne og sorte dynejakker

Våd asfalt hvor mine sko og min skygge rammer

Hoved fyldt med tanker om hvor man ku' møde nogle andre

Ude på samme mission om at feste lidt og søge grænser

Tog en natbus på røven ud til Gentofte

For tanken om at møde dig dér var så tillokkende

Og ramte en fest hvor vi alligevel ikk' var velkomne

Ku' være fedt at sige det ikk' skete specielt ofte

Så nu' vi her igen, spejler mig i vandpytter

I det sparsomme lys fra de her gadelygter

Du ved ved man sir' om bulder og tomme malerbøtter

Hårde drenge, men lige her ligner vi taber typer (Præcis)

En smule sved på panden, oppe ved stationen var der

En vi skændtes med der skulle flashe en totenslager

Jeg spiller kold som om det' ren rutine

Men med hjertet op' i halsne er det svært at grine (Hundrede procent)

Jeg ved ikk' hvor lykken er

Men jeg søger her, i gadelygtens skær

Selvom de kloge sir' det' kejserens nye klæer

Vil jeg forsøge her, i gadelygtens skær

Med et temperament som om at vi var døden nær

For intet føles fair, i gadelygtens skær

Så hvis du gern' vil vide, om det var bøvlet værd

Så kan du spørge mig her, i gadelygtens skær

Tog hjem til Mickey for at drikke nogle shots med folkene

Til nogen fra Studsen kom forbi og ville op og bokse

Måske vi tage ind til centrum, tjekke op for club’sne

Men vi' for flade så mine buddies snakker om at drop' det

Skyller det ned og vader som om at skridtene skulle

Viske alle fejle ud vi lavede i den her vinterkulde

For så længe vi er udenfor og rimelig fulde

Ligner det vi ingenting har at skjule

Abekattestreger gjorde mit fjæs banan gult

Og sku' mindes om at mit glas det var halvt fuldt

I stedet for halvt tomt men det klinger så fandens hult

At flyve over hovedet på en knægt, ren katapult

Jeg ved ikk' hvor lykken er

Men jeg søger her, i gadelygtens skær

Selvom de kloge sir' det' kejserens nye klæer

Vil jeg forsøge her, i gadelygtens skær

Med et temperament som om at vi var døden nær

For intet føles fair, i gadelygtens skær

Så hvis du gern' vil vide, om det var bøvlet værd

Så kan du spørge mig her, i gadelygtens skær

Så kom med, lad os tage en tidsmaskine

Til den gang man var et barn i en voksen krop ligesom Mr.

Bean

Forvirret teen på billig vin, ude på jagt om natten

Med ti tusind ligesindede, det' bare et slag på tasken

Da festen ikk' var længere væk end en SMS-besked

Håbede kulden ikk' forkortede telefonens levetid

Ude på gaden hvor promiller kildede min inderside

Og hudsulten gjorde alle for en lille bid

I kælderværelser hvor man ku' søge ly om natten

Og kysse sin udkårne for nogle af os fyldte atten

Tatoveringer og kodesprog syet på cappen

Gjorde lærer og forældre de rynkede panden

Jeg ved ikk' hvor lykken er

Men jeg søger her, i gadelygtens skær

Selvom de kloge sir' det' kejserens nye klæer

Vil jeg forsøge her, i gadelygtens skær

Med et temperament som om at vi var døden nær

For intet føles fair, i gadelygtens skær

Så hvis du gern' vil vide, om det var bøvlet værd

Så kan du spørge mig her, i gadelygtens skær

Yeah, it's like this

Yeah

Red eyes and black down jackets

Wet asphalt where my shoes and my shadow hit

Head full of thoughts about where to meet some others

Out on the same mission to party a little and seek boundaries

Took a night bus on the ass out to Gentofte

For the thought of meeting you there was so enticing

And hit a party where we were not welcome anyway

It's cool to say it did not happen very often

So now we're here again, mirroring me in puddles

In the sparse light from these street lights

You know, you know sir 'about rumbles and empty paint buckets

Tough boys, but right here we look like losing types (Exactly)

A little sweat on the forehead, up by the station was there

One we quarreled with who had to flash a totenslager

I play cold as if it's pure routine

But with the heart up 'in the throat it's hard to laugh (One hundred percent)

I do not know where happiness is

But I search here, in the glow of the streetlight

Though the wise sir 'it' the emperor's new clothes

Will I try here, in the glow of the streetlight

With a temper as if we were near death

For nothing feels fair, in the glow of the streetlight

So if you'd like to know if it was worth the hassle

Then you can ask me here, in the glow of the street lamp

Took Mickey home to drink some shots with the folks

To someone from Studsen came by and wanted to get up and box

Maybe we should go downtown, check out the clubs

But we're too flat so my buddies talk about dropping it

Rinse it down and wade as if the steps were to

Wipe out all the mistakes we made in this winter cold

For as long as we are outside and reasonably drunk

Looks like we have nothing to hide

Monkey strokes made my face banana yellow

And remember that my glass was half full

Instead of half empty but it sounds so damn hollow

To fly over the head of a kid, pure catapult

I do not know where happiness is

But I search here, in the glow of the streetlight

Though the wise sir 'it' the emperor's new clothes

Will I try here, in the glow of the streetlight

With a temper as if we were near death

For nothing feels fair, in the glow of the streetlight

So if you'd like to know if it was worth the hassle

Then you can ask me here, in the glow of the street lamp

So come on, let's take a time machine

To the time you were a child in an adult body like Mr.

Bean

Confused teen on cheap wine, out hunting at night

With ten thousand like-minded people, it's just a blow to the bag

When the party was not further away than a text message

Hope the cold did not shorten the life of the phone

Out on the street where per mille tickled my insides

And the skin hunger made everyone for a little bite

In basement rooms where you could seek shelter at night

And kissing his beloved for some of us turned eighteen

Tattoos and code language sewn on the cap

Did teacher and parents they frowned

I do not know where happiness is

But I search here, in the glow of the streetlight

Though the wise sir 'it' the emperor's new clothes

Will I try here, in the glow of the streetlight

With a temper as if we were near death

For nothing feels fair, in the glow of the streetlight

So if you'd like to know if it was worth the hassle

Then you can ask me here, in the glow of the street lamp