En långsam ballad av och med - gissar jag, alltså av - Björn Skifs.
(Tror ni inte att bara någon halvtimme efter den här så kommer på Spotify just en sådan sång som beskrivs. Jag säger då det.)
Oh I heard a song
and so remembered
all the times we had
those sweet surrenders
how a melody
makes moments alive again
There were songs of joy
and drunken laughter
there were magic nights
and morning afters
how a song alone
made all this alive again -- Där kom tåren. För musik minner om något. Så är det ju. Antingen det som hänt eller något du har i dig.
|: Okay you say its all gone away
and whats left is just a pile of stones
a tombstone for the all alones
Could be that we had faded into nobodies
and walls that heard me sing before
are withering behind closed doors
But the way she looked
the things she told me
all the ways she had
to touch and hold me
oh a song alone
made all this alive again :|
So in the end
let music live
and we'll live forever, my friend
yes we'll live forever, my friend
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