Lyrics The Man With the Gun - Stina Nordenstam

I′m out of my senses
I'll only smile
The night I meet the man with the gun
Not that I′d be defenseless
But I don't think I'll fight
The night I meet the man with the gun
Maybe I′ll say what kept you?
I know you would come
I somehow didn′t expect to
Be spared for so long
Was it a whim of fortune
Or was I hard to find
What's the routine of a man with a gun
Was it a kind of torture
Have you been out of town
What is it like to a man with a gun
Maybe I′m glad to see you
It's hard to believe
But standing here beside you
Is such a relief
This is gonna hurt me
I do know why you′ve come
But I got this feeling
That it's already been done