when i grow up i want to be a forester run through the moss on high heels that s what i ll do throwing out a boomerang waiting for it to come back to me when i grow up i want to live near the sea crab claws and bottles of rum that s what i ll have staring at a seashell waiting for it to embrace me i put my soul into what i do last night i drew a funny man with dog eyes and a hanging tongue it goes way back i never like that sad look from someone who wants to be loved by you i m very good with plants when my friends are away they let me keep the soil moist on the seventh day i rest for a minute or two then back on my feet to call for you you ve got cucumbers on your eyes too much time spent on nothing waiting for a moment to arise the face in the ceiling and arms too long i m waiting for him to catch me waiting for it to embrace me oh
['alternative dance', 'art pop', 'dark pop', 'dream pop', 'electronica', 'electropop', 'new rave', 'swedish electropop', 'swedish synth', 'swedish synthpop']