Seven Eleven [English translation]

And we've gotten stuck now, baby

Hope we can stick around

Don't wanna sleep, don't wanna go anywhere

Seven Eleven every single night

It's the beginning of summer

And the city has just begun to get warm

Don't wanna sleep, not a chance

Seven Eleven every single night

The window stays open and you can hear Stockholm

I take one more hit and breathe in

The smell of you, it makes me feel something

Been dreaming of having you here next to me for so long

We'd give you anything you need

So make yourself at home, mi casa es su casa1

My heart is racing and we are water and fire now

We are the same, it's so hard to explain

Saying we're fucked up but it's just bad poetry

We'll never make it, we'll just keep talking

The sun will rise soon, but there's no more time

There's no more time for us

"There's nothing wrong right now"

You said, and turned up the music

"We're never coming down"

We said and defied the laws of physics

And the sky changed colour from black to blue

The world stays green and grey

Our clock has stopped ticking now

We'd give you anything you need

So make yourself at home, mi casa es su casa1

My heart is racing and we are water and fire now

We are the same, it's so hard to explain

Saying we're fucked up but it's just bad poetry

We'll never make it, we'll just keep talking

The sun will rise soon, but there's no more time

There's no more time for us

(Bad poetry, yeah)

There's no more time for us

There's no more time for us

There's no more time for us

We are the same, it's so hard to explain

Saying we're fucked up but it's just bad poetry

We'll never make it, we'll just keep talking

The sun will rise soon, but there's no more time

There's no more time for us

(Oh)

There's no more time for us

(Hey, baby, we'll never make it)

1. a. b. we use this idiom in English quite a bit, it means "my home is your home" in Spanish, and it's another way of saying "make yourself at home" to your guest