torsdag 20. november 2008

M A D R U G A D A

Karoline stilte med kveldens fineste t-skjorte.


Now you're running
You're running
You're running out of time


So do you like where we're headed?
Does it make sense in your eyes?
Do you miss me, baby, when I fall asleep?
Do you reach out for my arm?
Do you find it's too far away?
Do you?



What's on your mind?
When you're lost in time'
What's on your mind?
Tell me why
Why does it have to be this way?


This useless, helpless feeling



...samtidig, et helt annet sted, mest sannsynligvis i Nangijala (les "Brødrene Løvehjerte" folkens), hadde Bestemor og Robert Burås en kjempefest.

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