Not that i am about to go to bed yet, but i listened a lot to Lykke li today while walking around in my flat and trying to put some order in my chaos and this song is so slow and nice that i need to publish it on here.

I have one big thing left on my to-do list for today and this is something that i usually never do, that’s why it gets to be published too: i will iron. Note that it is only because i have to and not because i use to do it as a normal part of the horrible laundry torture.

I sit tight, don’t want to miss the show
I hang on, don’t want to miss my prime
Time will fly, upon my baby’s back
Time will fly, upon my baby’s back

Stay a while, my baby wants me to
Don’t you go, my baby begs me so
But tide will dry, upon my baby’s back
Tide will dry, upon my baby’s back

And I get weak
I get weary
I miss sleep
I get moody
I’m in thoughts
I write songs
I’m in love
I walk on

So fingers crossed, my time is coming now
Don’t you go, my baby begs me so
Time will fly, upon my baby’s back
Time will fly, upon my baby’s back