söndag



she dreams her days away
doesn't listen to what people say

she just lets the days go by


lördag



living things need to be free
you are free
like everything wants to be


fredag



shyness is nice
and shyness can stop you




the doctor told her years ago that she was ill
the doctor told her years ago to take a pill
the doctor told her years ago that she'd go blind if she wasn't careful


torsdag



my faith is like a bullet
my belief is like a bolt
the only thing that lets me sleep at night
a little carriage of the soul


onsdag



you never wanted to kill
you're not naturally evil


tisdag



you don't have to hide anymore
you don't have to wear your costume

dagens musiktips: world atlas


måndag



your voice
it might say 'no'
but the heart has a will of its own


söndag



there's no such thing in life as
normal


lördag



i can squeeze you
into an empty page of my diary
and psychologically save you


fredag



they're never what they seem
you can try to generate some warmth
and you see just what i mean


torsdag



let me fly away with you?

i am like the wind

and the wind is wild



onsdag



i find it kind of sad

when people run in circles
and cause each other pain


tisdag



after all these years
i find i'm okay by myself

and i don't need you
or your homespun philosophy


måndag



stop telling me the right way to go

i have a reason to stay in the back of my head


söndag



in the café on wheels i sit and stare
in the café on wheels i sit and dream
and make plans for the future


lördag



we can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
and talk about precious things

(oh, these things that kill me)


fredag



such a little thing
(but the difference it made was grave)


torsdag



i've got wheels,
do you want to go for a ride?


onsdag



the more you ignore me, the closer i get

i will creep
into your thoughts
like a bad debt
that you can't pay

take the easy way
and give in
let me in



fredag



still night,
still light

au revoir simone
au revoir uppsala


torsdag



ibland är de svåra att jaga,
de där förhoppningarna och regnbågarna


onsdag



it's hard to walk tall
when you're small


måndag



i'm alive she cried
and i do know what it means


söndag



went too far again
crashed my heart in the rain


lördag



you're flying when your foreign eyes
trace the heights of the city


fredag



my god it's coming out
i can't stop feeling now

whatever made me wait this long