Vad jag bryr mig om nu är att aldrig ge hjärtat rakt ut

 

Black September.

You've spent a year staring into a mirror Another one trying to figure out what you saw Paid so much attention to what you're not You have no idea who you are

If you're traveling the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there

Dalarna Juli 2014

Jag tror jag älskar dom där Jag kommer från

Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free

In the storm, by the storm Beneath the stars Right here when the storm blows over Right here like a storm left over

May, she will stay, Resting in my arms again

Let me take you down, cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever