Det Her Er Ikke En Quiz - Tv-2

Du står der i døren, jeg ved, hva' du vil sig'

Måske er jeg bare misundelig over, at du forbliver fri

Jeg ka' intet høre, og slet ikk' at det' for sent

Du rækker mig en hånd, og jeg visker tavlen ren

Du har sat dine spor, babe

Alle ved, at du var her

Kampen er vundet

Men du spilled' ikke fair

Du vasker dine hænder og hænger mig til tørre

Mellem alle dine drømme og et liv, der ikk kan la' sig gøre

Du har sat dine spor, babe

Alle ved, at du var her

Kampen er vundet

Men du spilled' ikke fair

Men lige meget hvad og fint nok med mig

Altid en ære at tabe til dig

Men lige meget hvad og fint nok med mig

Altid en ære at tabe til dig

Det her er ikk' en quiz eller en åndssvag gætteleg

Du har aldrig ønsket, at nogen sku' vide noget om dig

Du har sat dine spor, babe

Alle ved, at du var her

Kampen er vundet

Men du spilled' ikke fair

Men lige meget hvad og fint nok med mig

Altid en ære at tabe til dig

Men lige meget hvad og fint nok med mig

Altid en ære at tabe til dig

You stand there in the door, I know what you want to say'

Maybe I'm just jealous that you remain free

I can't hear anything and it's not too late at all

You give me a hand and I wipe the board clean

You made your mark, babe

Everyone knows you were here

The battle is won

But you didn't play fair

You wash your hands and hang me out to dry

Between all your dreams and a life that can't be done

You made your mark, babe

Everyone knows you were here

The battle is won

But you didn't play fair

But whatever and fine with me

Always an honor to lose to you

But whatever and fine with me

Always an honor to lose to you

This is not a quiz or mindless guessing game

You never wanted anyone to know anything about you

You made your mark, babe

Everyone knows you were here

The battle is won

But you didn't play fair

But whatever and fine with me

Always an honor to lose to you

But whatever and fine with me

Always an honor to lose to you