Bjarke skyder med blomsterpistol

Jeg sidder her og forsømmer mine 10 kald i timen (marketing) og tænker på min ven i militæret (Bjarketing) og på hvordan vi allesammen hele tiden må indordne os, når vi møder nye mennesker. Det er ikke en nem ting, og når han - med gråd i øjnene - omtaler sine nye soldater-pals som intetsigende kriminelle, kan jeg ikke undlade at tænke på, at det eneste Bjarke nogensinde har stjålet er vore hjerter. Jeg har i den forbindelse skrevet en sang. Det er en sang om ikke at tage kærligheden for givet:

I remember all my life
Rainin' down as cold as ice
Shadows of a man
A face through a window
Cryin' in the night
The night goes into

Mornin', just another day
Happy people pass my way
Lookin' in their eyes
I see a memory
I never realized
How happy you made me, oh Bjarke

Well, you came and you gave without takin'
But I sent you away, oh Bjarke
well, you kissed me and stopped me from shakin'
and I need you today. Oh, Bjarke

I'm standing on the edge of time
I've walked away when love was mine
Caught up in a world of uphill climbin'
The tears are in my mind
And nothin' is rhyming, oh Bjarke

Well, you came and you gave without takin'
But I sent you away, oh Bjarke
well, you kissed me and stopped me from shakin'
And I need you today, oh Bjarke

Yesterday's a dream
I face the mornin'
Cryin' on a breeze
The pain is callin', oh Bjarke

Well, you came and you gave without takin'
But I sent you away, oh Bjarke
Well, you kissed me and stopped me from shakin'
And I need you today, oh Bjarke

You came and you gave without takin'
But I sent you away, oh Bjarke
You kissed me and stopped me from shakin'
And I need you!




VI ELSKER DIG, WARMACHINE!