25 days

25, 25 days. That’s too much, that’s too much!
25, 25 days. That’s too much, that’s too much!
25, until I get to see you. 25, until I get to know
If what we just started will have conquered backpacker girls with newly braided
hair and Manu Chao records
It will soon be 24. Oh!
You’re so worth waiting for
24, 24 days. Still too much, much too much
24, 24 days. Half an hour done just writing this song
24, oh I can hear mouths moving
24, and I nod at what might be the right time to nod
You and I hadn’t even met 24 days ago
I must have been so low! And I didn’t even know!
10 (because I slept for so long those days)
I get a text from you, saying you’re off to Havanna airport as we speak
I start brushing my teeth
Ten minutes later: «Sorry I mixed up the dates»
You stupid fuck, you stupid fuck
You stupid fuck, you need to come back
I’m at Arlanda airport with a famous flower in my hand waiting for you
I see the doors open
I see the passengers pouring out as gingerbread cookies
And wearing what appears to be new, funky hats
I see from a distance it’s someone I know
You’re approaching, I can see it, I take a step forward