Stina Nordenstam The Man With The Gun
I'm out of my senses I'll only smile The night I meet the man with the gun Not that I'd be defenceless but I don't think I'll fight The night I meet the man with the gun Maybe I'll say What kept you? I knew you would come I somehow didn't expect to Be spared for so long Was it a whim of fortune Or was I hard to find What's the routine of a man with a gun Was it a kind of torture Have you been out of town What is like to a man with a gun Maybe I'm glad to see you It's hard to believe but standing here beside you is such a relief This is gonna hurt me I do know why you've come but I got this feeling that it's already been done