Across a wire. Live in New York.
Man kommer inte undan det. Om jag skulle skrynkla ihop mina ogonlock till sma russinliknande formationer, sa skulle smattrets vaglangder anda smyga in genom mina horselganger, studsa emot min trumhinna och forsatta den i gungning. Om jag skulle mosa in i mina fingertoppar i dessa ljudmottagande sidliga ihaligheter, sa skulle den graa nedre atmosfaren pa andra sidan fonstret anda susa emot mina ogon och goosebumpiga armar. Aven om jag bade skrynklade ihop mina ogonlock och holl for mina oron, sa skulle anda mina fuktiga strumpor och den extra patradda hoodtrojan paminna mig om att det regnar i Sydney.
There's things I remember and things I forget. I miss you - I guess that I should
So many thousands miles away, But what would you change if you could?
And I wish, I wish it was a small world. Because I'm lonely for the big towns
I'd like to hear a little guitar, I guess it's time to put the top down.
I need a phone call, I need a plane ride, I need a sunburn,
I really really need a raincoat.
Sa da sitter hon dar. Inne pa Global Gossip och viftar pa tarna sa mycket som de smygfuktiga bumble-bee-strumporna tillater. Hon lyssnar pa Adam och smuttar pa sin Chai Latte.
Adam sjunger om hur han gar i luften, emellan regnet, genom sig sjalv och tillbaks igen. Jag blir inte klok pa hur, men onskar inget hellre an att kunna gora likadant, tillsammans med honom, bredvid honom. Med honom viskandes "Shhh, it's only in your head".
Adam asks me if I would catch him if he was falling, kiss him if he was leaving,
hold him cause he's lonely. Without me.
And I reply, That I was out on the road, just starting to change.
Somewhere out in Australia it's just starting to rain.
Could you please tell me one thing that you will remember about me?
Och plotsligt fornimmar mitt sinne smaken av kanel sa uppenbart.