Get off the stage.

You're a man of ambition,
strides of assurance, hands of creativity.

I'm just a girl who shares your bed,
and reads your books.

How long will it take you to realize
you've lost yourself trying to find the perfect words?

...trouble?

The problem with trouble,
is that she's good at leaving.

And in the end,
all you have are the foolish words that left a bad taste
and the city lights that sparkle like lost diamonds.

But even birds give up that flight.

I don't know why I feel so broken hearted.
I know Sweden is a country that's far away,
And it's certainly not getting any closer.

But we live in the same city,
and I know your backyard, your bed.
There are no oceans between us.

And we're still not getting any closer.

Attention!

Listen,
We need to be honest.

Fingertips upon lips,
Hips touching hips.

If you can't make my heart
skip a beat...

You don't deserve me,
Your hands are spreading lies.

This place is inconvenient for my name.

I never wanted to play this game,
But I guess I'm willing...
if it means I win some time with you.

I may be known to cause some trouble,
but I think you're going to cause a disaster.