Christian Kjellvander - Cultural Spain Lyrics

I was afraid of her
that one day she would explode in my face

Everything had become sepia and fake
and as pleasant and seductive as it may be I'd never
known it when it wasn't in love with me

I tried to put in on paper
what it was more could I give
I started with the lines People that live where I live
Former lovers stay to form a lover's way I tried
We inherit each other but no-one has to die

When we're so barely here
Some still living disappear
We move in the creases of unfolding reflection

There's a white swan in the room
and it's been here since November
It's April and other weather should look at this weather

Maybe it will
maybe it won't
rain

On the dream of honest money
and cultural Spain

I heard women talk about other women
I'd just slipped into one of those men
I'd swallowed her sorrows
because I knew how to use them

She had reached a point
It was such a mess
I still can't believe I was afraid of this

There was true damage
There was just no way
It's something not even wind in palm trees can take away
She wanted something simpler I always wanted something more
I have a love for being a stranger
She a closing open back door

We do what we have to
but we can always choose
and when we open the storm window
between the inner and outer world all hell can break loose