sommarmoln

.... i started to think about it, but when i was sitting here on the cold stone, at the cold wind, i was thinking about that i should  have cut my hair, and that NOWW!!.....

....in a small nice warm salooon in a warm nice country..

But i was sitting in the mountains on a cold stone.

Please turn the stone!

"The mountains are empty now the lights dont shine no more
And so the songs are way down low turning turning turning
A sound that flows into my mind the echoes of the daylight
Of everything that is alive in my blue world

I turn to stone when the sun are gone, I turn to stone.
Turn to stone when the sun aint comin home, I cant go on."