Текст песни Random Quotes from F. - The Little Hands of Asphalt

I'm lost and afraid.
I think I might change my name: Aimi.
A clear construct, but still uneasy.
You're building an argument.
While I'm trying hard to make sense of it all.
Waiting for the final curtain call.
It starts with an open ending.
And I'm still pretending this reads like a novel.
Third world wars and helpless animals.

And I suppose this is love
When my soaked garden gloves give shelter to
The june bugs and the spiders.
Wish I told you to your face.
Had a plan,
But it got erased by a hand that tastes like polyester.

If we're building a monument to these past few years.
It depends on your view.
Mine half as cute as Einstein's shoes.

And I broke, like the dawn.
Placed my second foot on the lawn.
Just to prove to you the grass is greener.
While I can't prove God, only irony when you nod,
And say
"Sjur, didn't we know better"?

Like the roots that wait under the snow
Or a song for someone I don't know