The Little Hands of Asphalt
Oslo
It was a moment for the booksThe calendar looked just like the novelsWe had only skimmed throughSo I circled out the dates that I'll skillfully wasteFor now that's gonna have to doIt was on the brightest summer day after we swam in the lakeThat you told me our luck is gonna endSo we better be concerned we're where the subway turnsWe need a camera and some cash to spendAnd our picturesque blame we'll put it in ikea framesUp on the wall it looks profoundAnd reminds us that Oslo is a small, small townSo it's night and we dive into a basement that's aliveWith stupidity that melts into pairsBut your good intent was clear when you split and left me hereTo regret all of my high horse upstairsAnd with the way I said goodbye I could have ruined everythingBut I'll be seeing you around because Oslo is a small, small townI'm keeping myself calmIf just for the sake of staying warmSo with my eyes fixed on the ground I admitted Oslo is a small, small, town
From Letras Mania