Bristol
(Johan Bengtsson)
I caught the morning train to Bristol
To forget about the truth
I had brought nothing with me
Except a really good photography of you
And I thought about the old days
As I walked acorss the sands
And I remember what it felt like
To hold you in my hand
If I could turn time back
I would have told you not to pack
You’re stuff into that bag
You took
You caught the evening flight to New York
To catch up with yourself
Or at least that’s what you told me
When I phoned you up next day
And I thought about the fighting
Of all the problems that we had
Now I find it all quite charming
What used to drive me mad
If I could turn time back
I would have told you not to pack
You’re stuff into that bag
You took
I wrapped myself in sorrow
And went down to a café
And sat the whole day crying
Like I would never ever see more happy days
When I walked back late that night
I realised that we
As long as we were together
Made it impossible for me
To be
As I used to be
Since you met me I never really was free…
If I could turn time back
I would still tell you to pack
Your stuff into that back
And leave
Pack your stuff and leave
Credits:
Johan Bengtsson (vocals, keyboard and programming)