en annan sommars soundtrack

Julie Atherton. Lyssnad på nu, men kanske (!) minnande av en helt annan sommar. Kanske. Eller kanske inte. Ja. ... eller nej? som schyffert sa i sin show som jag såg hela av nu, femtusen år efter alla andra. Plötsligt förstår var alla uttryck folk slängt sig med de senaste veckorna kommer ifrån.

Nä, men som vanligt är det ungefär EN rad i det hela som är så tydligt signifikant att den får dra med sig hela låten som symbol för det jag ville avse. Eller?


I see your smile on his face in the morning
You take his place in my heart through the day
I hear your name though it's his I'm calling
I take your hand when he leads the way

I hardly care if he sees that I'm falling
If you were mine in your arms I’d stay

I thought him fine 'til the moment I saw you
He must have changed when you opened my eyes
I can't recall how I loved before you
I only know he was by my side
Now here you are everywhere that I turn to
If you were mine in your arms I’d hide

I’d leave behind only tender affection
You brought the fire of passion to life
And so it seems I have found redemption
I feel you near when I reach the night
I can't believe how my soul has awakened
It’s only you who provides the light

My only thought, my only dream, my only hope
Can you be real?

I'm so afraid
I could be mistaken
If you were mine in your arms I’d cry