I still wear these worn out jeans
I have to wear long-johns underneath
Down by the harbor there's a cool cool breeze
I've never wondered if oceans can freeze

Strings on my fathers old guitar
The position of the northern star
The clock-like beat of the budgies heart
Tick-tick-tick now they know where you are

I try the light from the Xerox-machine
The gentle beat of a tambourine

And it's like I can't stand
To see you with another man
I just don't wanna see good love
Fall into the wrong hands

Behind the craze there's a pretty sunset
Water shines like tiny bells
I feel the warmth in the cigarette
But everything else

And it's like I can't stand
To see you with another man
I just don't wanna see good love
Fall into the wrong hands

I try the light from the Xerox-machine
The gentle beat of a tambourine

And it's like I can't stand
To see you ruin our plans
I just don't wanna see good love
Fall into the wrong hands
Fall into the wrong hands

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Jens Martin Lekman