Henrik Wigestrand 1980
It feels a little
colder now you're gone,
But the songs you sang still linger on and on,
They sooth my spirit as I go to sleep,
'Cause you're the kind of friend I'd like to keep.
You sing your
song so sweetly, you're such a sight to see,
I might get high on Bach or Debussy,
But still I long for your sweet symphony.
Now, music is
what makes the world go 'round,
But we don't dig that instant muzak sound:
We wait until the disco takes a break,
Then we're dancing to the music that we make.
You sing your
song so sweetly, you're such a sight to see,
I might get high on jazz or 10cc,
But still I long for your sweet harmonies.
I cannot truly
say that I love you...
But still it seems an easy thing to do.
Nor can I say for sure that you're the best...
But still it seems you're better than the rest.
You sing your
songs so sweetly,
your soul is shining through;
And in the end,
what I intend
to do
is dying from an overdose...
dying from an overdose
of you.