Kallt Kaffe - Cold Coffee Lyrics
Album: Frank Single
Lyrics: Joakim Berg
Music: Joakim Berg
You are the telephone, coffee
that was drunk so slowly that it became cold
I am Blue Nivea in the wintertime
and sweaters and gloves
and everything that's left behind is
my eyes that ache
my aching eyes
Your head falls off if you stay behind
I have stuck mine straight down into the sand
Lies cut off my fingers
Yours cut off two on the left hand
my aching eyes x8
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