Det är bara ord [English translation]

I don't know who I'm writing for

They're just words

Does it start in my hands or my head

Or outside myself

I don't know who I'm singing for

And who cares about it

They're just small notes

That fly through the air

To an ear somewher

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They're just notes

Notes that live

They're just words that already exist

They're just notes

Notes I borrowed

They're just words, just words

Maybe I saw my thoughts fly

Unusually high

Maybe it waited too long

Or maybe it was born just now

Was it something in your eyes

Or in what you said

Or in the way your hand was on my shoulder

Rested so heavily

Chorus

Your steps through the gravel

Went slowly to the car

A door closed again

And then suddenly I sat here

With a pen in my hand

I don't know who I live for

But I live anyway

Maybe it's for the light at the end of the tunnel

Or maybe just for myself

Chorus