Översättning: Per Gessle. Timmar Av Iver.
Översättning: Ulf Lundell. Fem Timmar Till Landning.
When I get home, unplug the phone Turn out the lights, I serve this song I'm gonna call my baby Tell him that I'm coming See, I been gone for way too
All of my life I've tried so hard Doing my best with what I had Nothing much happened all the same Something about me stood apart A whisper of hope that
Welcome to humanity This is hour 1 So here we are, it's hour 1 And it's a nightmare There's nothing left And yet it's good to be alive There's no use
I leave it all behind If I cannot speak my mind My conscience defies are no reason You dream of reality But I dream so constantly Can't you see it's a
Like a little old fashioned music box With just one tune to play My heart keeps singing I love you Twenty-four hours a day Like a little old fashioned
Oh those hours, we used to know Spent the summer starin' the window The wind it takes you where it wants to go First they built the road, then they built
I'm pulling my hair out I can't get to sleep The bed feels so empty I can still smell you on me A moment in space The look on your face when I said hello
Few true cares have I As the world turns 'round I was blind, but now I'm still blind Too few cares have I As the world turns sour I was blind, but now
Your captivating eyes, the clever way they smile Stops him in his tracks Then add your pretty face, you keep him in his place He'd do anything you ask
I see the girls by the pool and they are playing it cool And they are playing it fine but I miss the rhythm divine I miss their elegant touch, it's all
There are twenty-three hours that I can't get by But the 24th hour is the one when I cry I pray that it won't come but it comes anyhow And the 24th hour
There are twenty-three hours that I can get by But the twenty-fourth hour is the one when I cry I pray that it won't come, but it comes anyhow And the
There are people in this country who work hard every day Not for fame or fortune do they strive But the fruits of their labor are worth more than their
Chillin' at the studio Chillin' at the studio, 85 bucks an hour So hurry up and loop a beat Mike, come on I'm Violent J, but my homies call me shithead
When the clock strikes one I stare at the door By the time it reaches two I'm walking the floor When the hands, oh, so gently drop down on the three I
I took you home from a party and we kissed in fun A few stolen kisses and no harm was done Instead of stopping when we could, we went right on 'Til suddenly