Foam Rubber - Britta Persson

Snow serves as foam rubber

We don’t have to count degrees

We tumble through the summer

We end up on our feet

On our feet, on our feet, on our feet

Darkness, darkness, darkness has got me

Holding hands, holding hands, holding hands

While space expands

Springtime with newcomers

Emotions and the atmosphere

Don’t turn down the tiny dangers

Or they will haunt you 'til next year

Darkness, darkness, darkness sets the scene

Darkness, darkness, darkness has got me

Holding hands, holding hands, holding hands

While space expands

Traffic lights in the sky, who is she?

Will he ever turn around for me?

There is time, there is time, there is time

He is mine

Darkness, darkness, darkness sets the scene

Darkness, darkness, darkness has got me

Holding hands, holding hands, holding hands

While space expands

Snow serves as foam rubber

We don’t have to count degrees

We tumble through the summer

We end up on our feet