Kom og se far danser - Tv-2, Radiounderholdningsorkestret

Der er hb nok til alle dem som tror

Der kommer altid en chance til

Med lidt god vilje gr det som det skal

Og som sagt s kan man hvad man vil

Der er talemder, regnvejrstanker, glimtvis ben himmel

Der er tak for sidst og jeg skal huske dig

Der er sommerdage, sol I svne, spinkle luftkasteller

Der er forlegenhed og hh forglem mig ej Der er luft nok til den der giver slip

Der er frit fald til alle dem der tr Der er et helt univers af ild og stv

Med en stilhed som ingen har prvet fr Der er rastls rytme, lngselsfulde sndagstomme gader

Der er skynd dig ellers kommer du for sent

Der er madpapir, skolegrde, blsende perroner

Der er afsked, kys, vi ses mske igen

Og alting bliver aldrig helt det samme

Der er plads I selv de mest forkomne drmme

Der er altid et sprgsml og et svar (hey, hey, hey)

Hvad er meningen og hvor skal vi hen?

Der er vise ord og tgesnak og gyldne leveregler

Der er alt hvad man kan ta og fle p Der er bnd der binder, snoretrk og kom og se mig danse

Der er slutninger jeg ikke vil forst

Og alting bliver aldrig helt det samme

Der er hb I selv de mest forkomne drmme

Der er bnd der binder, snoretrk og kom og se mig danse

Der er slutninger jeg ikke vil forst

There is hb enough for all those who believe

There is always another chance

With a little good will, it will work out

And as I said, you can do what you want

There are words of speech, thoughts of rain, glimpses of the sky

Thank you for the last time and I will remember you

There are summer days, sun I sleep, thin air castles

There is embarrassment and hh forget me not There is enough air for the one who lets go

There is free fall for all those who tr There is a whole universe of fire and dust

With a silence that no one has tried before There is a rhythm of rustle, longing Sunday empty streets

Hurry up or you will be late

There is food paper, schoolyards, blowing platforms

It's goodbye, kiss, maybe we'll see each other again

And everything will never be quite the same

There is room in even the most ordinary of dreams

There's always a question and an answer (hey, hey, hey)

What is the point and where are we going?

There are wise words and small talk and golden rules of living

There's everything you can take and feel There's ribbons that tie, pull strings and come see me dance

There are endings I don't want to understand

And everything will never be quite the same

There are even the most common dreams

There are ribbons that tie, pull strings and come watch me dance

There are endings I don't want to understand