Bjørn Rosenström
Miscellaneous
Stanna Anna
Here I sit at my dining room table,
so small and weak on this earth
Damn it, I blame all my wretchedness on Anna
I wrap her around my finger
She tears herself away, still she runs from me
She just wants to play hide and seek, < br/>is she someone I just have to forget,
I don't want that...
Stay Anna, I'm begging you, Anna you I want you
Anna I will take you, before the night becomes day
Stay Anna, I see you, Anna you I want you
Anna I will take you, before the night becomes day
If even if I were strong, if I was still cold,
she wouldn't be so sure of me,
but no, I give her all for me no chances
When she looks at me, my gaze flinches
When she turns away, I mostly glare, and that's wrong,
it's not the way it should be,
I would never have done that with Sara, for example
Stay Anna, I'm begging you…
Stay Anna, I'm begging you…