Texty: Erlend Oye. Other. (This Is) The Dream Of Evan And Chan.

(feat. Dntel)

It was familiar to me,
the smoke too thick to breathe.
The tile floors glistened,
as I slowly stirred my drink.
And when you started to sing,
you spoke with broken speech
that I could not understand.
And then you grabbed me
tightly.
Every song.
1994.
Applause.
Encore.
Your eyelashes,
my neck,
every nervous blink,
perfect.
Telephone started ringing, ringing, ringing out,
started ringing, ringing, ringing out,
started ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing out,
ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing out