i wish you had met my family, my mom and bulldozer

och jag ligger och väntar på att jobbet börjar och jag lyssnar på jens lekman och hans ord snurrar och vaggar och han skriver så fint, så fint.

"blind girl i miss you
i've missed you so much
i've been sending you letters, trying to call you
but i can't seem to get in touch

i bet your mom and dad were scared of me
or maybe they just care about their dollars
i think back upon summer camp
and i think i wanna show you more colours

here's white, here's black
here's the colour of my heart as it started to crack
deep red, dark blue
i think i'm in love with you

blind girl i wish you were here
i wish we'd come closer
i wish you had met my family
my mom and bulldozer

i think back upon summer camp
on new year's eve, when we danced
and i could sit and watch my life go by
or i could take a tiny chance, 'cause

someday i'll be stuffed in some museum
scaring litte kids
with the inscripture 'carpe diem'
something i never did

but can you remember how we rode shiny horses
and we set courses for the sky and the ocean
and I tried to explain it to you
but it was too huge

blind girl i miss you
blind girl i miss you
blind girl i miss you"