it s the morning after and we re on a train zigzagging cross the countryside on our way home from a party that turned insane he dozes off on my shoulder wakes up suddenly apologizes looks the other way so tell me how tell me how i can tell him i love him so tell me how the neighbor came a knocking said she d call the cops he said i ll turn down the stereo pretended to adjust the volume knob he s my best friend and we can talk about anything as long it s about nothing as long as it don t cut deeper than the skin tell me how tell me how i can tell him i love him so tell me how tell me how i can tell him i love him so tell me how i mean i guess he knows just like i know when he says something funny and i laugh from my belly or when sandra left him and i held him when he cried for a moment he left his guard down and so did i but it s so deep within me the way a man should be passed on through generations of men before me a line drawn in the sand to keep us apart a rusty old padlock hangin on our hearts so tell me how we part ways at the station he s got his bike and he rides into the gap tween day and night before he s gone he shouts later dude i think yeah i love you too 2
['chamber pop', 'gothenburg indie', 'swedish indie pop', 'swedish singer-songwriter']