Love is abiding when fiction is true
Reckless a bond is when it blurs all the clues
Think of me in colours, the ones that don’t exist
Like depth in high water, a purpose desists
Strange is a stranger as reticence dries
Truehearted deceit, why don’t you just die.
It’s a little bit complicated
It’s a little bit not simple at all
I’m a little bit intoxicated and I won’t always get through
And if your love is somehow activated
I suggest that you should run as fast as you can
I’m a little bit complicated, no I won’t always be true.
Sweet adulation that blunders the mind
Allow this sensation to play tricks on your mind
Gentle a word is when it talks with the hand
But all of that fire will get lost in the sand
Strange is a stranger as reticence dries
Truehearted deceit, why won’t you just die.
It’s a little bit complicated
It’s a little bit not simple at all
I’m a little bit intoxicated and I won’t always get through
And if your love is somehow activated
I suggest that you should run as fast as you can
I’m a little bit complicated, no I won’t always be true.
Somewhere in that moratorium
There is a village made of truce
And if you happen to pass it
I will trespass it too.
Song details:
Catalogue number: GCL016
Year of induction into catalogue: 2015
written by: Thorunn Egilsdottir
