Helena Josefsson The Moon Is A Grain Of Sand
I´ve been looking behind a couch
I´ve been searching in Paris the town of love
I´ve been looking for you
under the weeping willow
I´ve been looking, wearing skis
I´ve been climbing the trees,
scratching hands and knees
I´ve been looking for you
under another pillow
The moon is a grain of sand
In your hand
You rule
But you don´t understand
(Yei yei yei yea)
I´ve been looking behind a bar,
I´ve been searching the backseat
of someone´s car
I´ve been looking for you
under the shallow hellos
I´ve been looking between sheets
I´ve been licking the dirt
of the foreign streets
I´ve been looking for you
underneath green jello
The moon is a grain of sand
In your hand
You rule
But you don´t understand
(Yei yei yei yea)
I´m as small as a mite
in the universe
What difference do we make?
But I want to be a mite in love,
I want to exchange
some heat for motion
and if you breathe I´ll feel cool
(Let´s change!)
The moon is a grain of sand
In your hand
You rule
But you don´t understand
I don´t care where it takes us
as long as I have once been loved
