denmark no.1
if I was drunk in denmark
would you take me in
and wash my face clean of the gin
the streets are grey and cold
well, so I’m told
and I just have to know
could you lose me in the city
would you find me in the dark
and kiss my mouth in the constant headlights of cars
sail out to them stars in the baltic sea
then teach me les lanciers on the beach
the sun sets on you, dear
before me
those flesh and bones sleep alone
but dream sweet
if I was high in herning
would you be there, darling
you’ve long been the queen of my daydream
the district and the downtown
elia in the compound
maybe I’m just naive
we can stay up all night
you know, these days here, they lack sunlight
to throw our backs out on the snow
and when I hang my head, like a telephone
by your neck, it rests on your collarbone
the sun sets on you, dear
before me
those flesh and bones sleep alone
but dream sweet
could you lose me in the city
would you find me in the dark
and kiss my mouth in the constant headlights of cars
sail out to them stars in the baltic sea
then teach me les lanciers on the beach
if I was drunk in denmark
would you take me in
and wash my face clean of the gin
the streets are grey and cold
well, so I’m told
and I just had to know
jll ‘12
