Texty:
Nordenstam Stina And She Closed Her Eyes

And she closed her eyes and said No, I'm not in love No, I'm not in much for real And the hood fell off her head And her face got wet I held my part

And she closed her eyes and said "No I'm not in love No I'm not in much, for real" And the hood fell off her head And her face got wet I held my part

And she closed her eyes and said "No I'm not in love No I'm not in much, for real" And the hood fell off her head And her face got wet I held my part

so much to try I'm at the airport waiting For lights to fade below And then something else All instant things are fading The pain will go I won't remember And

she'd looked she would have seen it He was standing all night 'cross the street, very still And they go out so easily, the streetlamps The cars come and

if it wasn't serious? Well I was around Maybe it was you I came to see Maybe it was you who invited me I remember your eyes were on me I remember your eyes

Sunday morning No I'm not crying If you would pretend you're still asleep The kids would be playing While I forget a lot of things I had a scar under

of a few more things to believe in But I don't know about love She'll answer you like lovers do Like lovers do, she'll answer you She'll answer you