Indian Summer

Where are you now? The one I loved so many miles ago. What are you thinking this second? The one that held my hand and my heart so tenderly between the palms of your hands. And when you think of me and that Indian summer -- do you smile? Because I always met you when the wind was warm and the rain showed care not to chill my bones. I always met you when all was starting fresh and brand new and bright. You had dark brown hair and brown eyes, you had blonde hair and blue eyes, you had black hair and green eyes, and you were always a new chapter, a book of your own. You were quick, you were instant, you were intense, just like me. I still smile when I think about you. Sometimes the smile is a little crooked, but it always reaches my eyes. I am thinking about you this morning. I am wondering how you are this morning. I had to reach out and write these words to you this morning. Because I am in a new chapter now. And it is mine and only mine. But, I still wish to meet you again one of these days. We'll stand on that railing. I will hold your hand and smile at you.

And then I'll take that leap once again.

Kasey Chambers – Someone Like Me

Maybe's

I'm sorry. So very sorry, top-cat. I did love you. I love you still. I just didn't know -- someone else was in the way. Please don't feel foolish when you cry. Please don't tear that golden thread from your heart. Please don't stop missing me. And even if you'll never understand why I did the things I did. Please, please forgive me.

Please find a way.

Passenger – Golden Thread (feat. Matt Corby)

This night

Everything came together and the universe was mine for just a few sparkling hours. And, when I opened my phone you were there. Saying all the brave things, just as always. I remembered why I loved you. I remembered why I want you in my life. And why I can't be with you. So, I'm still here. But on a very different path. I won't stray again.

Joss Stone – Newborn

Strawberry

I don't know who to think about when I listen to all those heartsick songs. And it's a bit empty. To not be told: "I am the best man I can be when I'm with you". To not be told: "You make me happy in a way I didn't  think possible. To not be told: "I have a birthday Nina, and I need you here with me. I don't care if I have to get on a plane to get to you, I don't care if I have to pay one thousand Euros or spend the weekend in a flea motel." But then again notes don't make a life and neither does words. Because in the end make believe doesn't cut it and reality always finds a way to slip through the cracks.

Baby, I will be somebody's strawberry one day.

Chris Young – Who I Am With You

Stabilt läge

Det rör sig mellan öronen nu. Tankarna är friare nu. Jag öppnar ögonen nu. Horizonten är blodröd och bara min. Och jag lyssnar om och om igen...

The Peach Kings – Like a Stone

This year

I had two men in my phone, in my head, in my hands. But (always) only one Irish lad in my heart. He crashed violently to the earth, he fell (finally) to where he belongs. And he became that broken dream, all those wishful thinkings of days and nights in passing. He became a man of the past, without the golden shimmer, that blaze that kept him alive all those minutes and seconds and hours that turned into seasons.

I was wrong, you were right. It's time to let go.

The Civil Wars – Poison & Wine

Så

Så är vi igen. I samma land, i samma stad, precis som förr, men ändå inte. För jag har sett ditt land. Jag har sett smaragdgrönt och vilda hedar och berg i distansen. Jag har mött din familj och dina vänner och jag har druckit Corona i baren din familj frekventerat i sextio år. Jag har stirrat mig blind in i dimman över uråldrig jord och frågat tusen frågor om ebb och flod och Atlantens dramatiska kustlinje. Du har kört mig mil efter mil genom spökbyar och liv som inte längre finns och hela tiden kändes allt så bräckligt och skört och nytt. För, det är en annan tid. Du är inte samma man som när vi ramlade omkring som två lite vingabrutna barn i ett gyllene, magiskt Malmö. Du är inte samma man som höll min hand och mitt hjärta så hårt att det kändes som om jag skulle gå sönder om du någonsin släppte taget. Vi är inte lika stora som vi var, inte lika sköra, inte lika givna. Så, adjö min älskling. Denna gången får du stå själv och blicka ut över ett disigt Öresund. Denna gången står du ensam. Precis som jag.

Emil Jensen – Jag är van

Just so

Jose Vanders – The Magician

Ever After

Jag älskar dig.

Joe Purdy – Isn't Love

It's time

To come back down now. Even though it's a little bleak and empty and lost and confusing and devoid of stardust. It's here: the moment when I search for my very own rainbow, (and really, I don't need you for that honey). I will be patient enough, I will allow myself to learn how to exchange that tyre and I will be all of my colours, but blame no one for the strands of darkness within the light. I will be well, I will do well, I will be stardust and rainbows and sunshine and golden sparks. I will be all I can be, (even though I am scared) and I will hum as I finally, finally turn my back on all we could have been.

Joe Purdy – Come Back Down