Musik-mys eller mys-musik
She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart,
While I'm drinking Jack all alone in my local bar,
And we don't know how,
How we got in to this mad situation,
Only doing things out frustration,
Trying to make it work but man these times are hard,
She needs me now but I can't seem to find a time,
I've got a new job now on the unemployment line,
And we don't know how,
How we got into this mess is a god's test,
Someone help us cause we're doing our best,
Trying to make it work but man these times are hard
But we're gonna start by
Drinking old cheap bottles of wine,
Sit talking up all night,
Saying things we haven't for a while, a while, yeah
We're smiling but we're close tears,
Even after all these years,
We just now got the feeling that we're meeting for the first time