Foam Rubber
Britta Persson
Snow serves as foam rubber
I don’t want to count degrees
We tumble through the summer
We end up on our feet
On our feet, on our feet, on our feet
Darkness, darkness, darkness has got me
Holding hands, holding hands, holding hands
while space expands
Springtime with newcomers
Emotions and the atmosphere
Don’t turn down the tiny dangers
or they will haunt you ’til next year
Darkness, darkness, darkness sets the scene
Darkness, darkness, darkness has got me
Holding hands, holding hands, holding hands
while space expands
Traffic lights in the sky, who is she?
Will he ever turn around for me?
There is time, there is time, there is time
He is mine
Darkness, darkness, darkness sets the scene
Darkness, darkness, darkness has got me
Holding hands, holding hands, holding hands
while space expands
Snow serves as foam rubber
I don’t want to count degrees
We tumble through the summer
We end up on our feet