You're wandering into my latest summer
And wandering out again as fast as summer rain comes
And you go for walks in the sand all by yourself
While you have an entourage of a thousand men, or just me if you like
It's not imagination
It's just something I dream.
It's such a glorious loving mania
A hallucinatory summer
But I can easily picture it
Little Taarbækgirl,1
Orders glances at Bellevue2
And I can't help
Thinking things that will hardly ever happen
Little Taarbækgirl,
Orders glances at Bellevue
And I can't help
Thinking things that will hardly ever happen
It is your account that separates you from me.
Or maybe it's just my thoughts that are undermining my ego.
I suppose3 it's not the greatest poetry, I'm just4 saying what I can see
You demand far more than what is written on my CV
It's not imagination
It's just something I dream.
It's such a glorious loving mania
A hallucinatory summer
But I can easily picture it
Little Taarbækgirl,
Orders glances at Bellevue
And I can't help
Thinking things that will hardly ever happen
Little Taarbækgirl,
Orders glances at Bellevue
And I can't help
Thinking things that will hardly ever happen
1. Taarbæk is a neighbourhood in Lyngby-Taarbæk Municipality, Denmark.2. Popular beach in Copenhagen.3. "Vist" is an auxiliary word, signifying an assumption.4. "Jo" is an auxiliary word, meaning something obvious or something "you already know".