The blues is just a passing bird

Det har været en yderst behagelig weekend. 
Den er blevet brugt i en halvejs drømmende sindstilstand. 
Varmen har været sløvende, men kun på den rare måde. 

En uforklarlig tristhed lure lige under overfladen, men "The tallest man on earth" holder den på afstand for nu. 

I'm just a dreamer but i'm hanging on
though i am nothing big to offer
i watch the birds, how they dive in then gone
it's like nothing in this world's ever still

and i'm just a shadow of your thoughts in me
but sun is setting, shadows growing
a long cast figure will turn into night
it's like nothing in this world ever sleeps

oh sometimes the blues is just a passing bird
and why can't that always be
tossing aside from your birches crown
just enough dark to see
how you're the light over me 

Jeg drømmer om sommer, bål på stranden, Sarah + Mimi, film, grin, musik, telt, hængekøje, is og kærlighed.