fredag 25. februar 2011

Ligge


Jeg vil bare ligge. Gjerne på en berghylle. Bare ligge der til jeg blir borte. 

Og mens jeg sakte forsvinner vil jeg høre på denne. Ah. 





I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

But I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms 

2 kommentarer:

Anders sa...

Nydelig, Line. Nydelig bilde, nydelig video og nydelige ord. Nydelig blogg, rett og slett. Bare ligg du, men ikke bli borte.

Lisa L.S sa...

Kan bara hålla med föregående inlägg!
NYDELIG! (Mitt favotitord på Norska!:-))