25 days

Twenty-five, twenty-five days
That's too much, that's too much
Twenty-five, twenty-five days
That's too much, that's too much
Twenty-five till I get to see you
Twenty-five till I get to know
If what we just started will have conquered backpacker girls
With newly braided hair and monotone records
It will soon be twenty-four
Oh, oh, you're so worth waiting for
Oh, oh

Twenty-four, twenty-four days
Still too much, much too much
Twenty-four, twenty-four days
Half an hour down just writing this song
Twenty-four, I can hear mouths moving
Twenty-four, and I nodded
What could be the right time to nod?
You and I hadn't even met twenty-four days ago
I must have been so low
And I didn't even know

Twenty-three, twenty-two, twenty-one, twenty
Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen, sixteen
Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve, ten
Because I slept for so long those days
Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one
One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one

I get a text from you
Saying you're off to Havana airport as we speak
I start brushing my teeth
Ten minutes later
Sorry I mixed up the dates
You stupid fuck, you stupid fuck
You stupid fuck, you need to come back

I'm at Arlanda airport with a famous flower in my hand
Waiting for you
I see the doors open
I see the passengers pouring out the gingerbread cookies
And wearing what appears to be new funky hats
I see from a distance
And well, I know, well, you're approaching, I can see it
I take a step forward