Snow can wait, I forgot my mittens
Wipe my nose, get my new boots on
I get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter
I put my hand in my fathers glove

I run off where the drifts get deeper
Sleeping beauty trips me with a frown
I hear a voice you must learn to stand up for yourself
Cause I cant always be around

He says when you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that Ill always want you near
You say that things change my dear

Boys get discovered as winter melts
Flowers competing for the sun
Years go by and Im here still waiting
Withering where some snowman was

Mirror mirror wheres the crystal palace
But I only can see myself
Skating around the truth who I am
But I know, dad, the ice is getting thing

When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that Ill always want you near
You say that things change my dear

Hair is grey and the fires are burning
So many dreams on the shelf
You say I wanted you to be proud
I always wanted that myself

When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gona change so fast
All the white horses have gone ahead
I tell you that Ill always want you near
You say that things change my dear

Never change

All the white horses

MAKE UP YOUR MIND
GOOD START
JUST LET ME BE AWARE
DON'T MISS
JUST LET ME BE AWARE
MAKE UP YOUR MIND
AND LET ME BE AWARE
HOPING TO MAKE IT ALL RIGHT

SWING TIME
JUST LET ME BE AWARE
YOU DRIVE
JUST LET ME BE AWARE
WAKE UP YOUR MIND
AND LET ME BE AWARE
HOPING TO MAKE IT O.K.

THE GUN THE STORM THE WAY WE RUN
WANT YOU WANT ME?

DAMN WIRED
JUST MAKE ME BE AWARE
SO BORED
JUST MAKE ME BE AWARE
SHAKE UP YOUR MIND
AND LET ME BE AWARE
GOING TO MAKE IT ALL RIGHT

THE GUN THE STORM THE WAY WE RUN
WANT YOU WANT D?

THE SUN THE STORM THE DAY WE LOVE
ONE TWO ONE THREE

OH, GRATEFUL SOLITUDE - ONE FINE DAY GONE...


ONE FINE DAY...

Snow brigade

I'll find you somewhere

show you how much I care
know that there is no escape
from my snowbrigade

Får ikke sove

Hva gjør du natt til mandag når du ikke får sove? Jo, det skal jeg fortelle deg; da mekker du deg seks kapteinkjeks med smør, drar frem dataen og blogger. Nei, egentlig bør du drikke en kopp te eller noe og prøve å sove igjen etterpå, men jeg har aldri sagt at jeg er normal.

Jeg tenkte over hvor vanvittig lenge det er siden jeg sist blogga! Er så mye som har forandra seg og greier. Jeg har flytta til Volda, for starters. Her er det megakjekt, er veldig bra studentliv og fest hver eneste helg. Det som ikke er fullt så bra er at hybelen som jeg bor på er for liten til at jeg kan plassere en tredemølle på rommet, og som de fleste vet så har jeg en gedigen skrekk for å jogge in public, så dette lover ikke bra. Hva som skjer med kondisen min de neste tre årene må gudene vite.

Men! Jeg har det veldig bra, sånn ellers. Nå, hvis noen kunne være så vennlig å returnere bankkortet mitt til meg (som jeg mista på fylla på fredagen) så hadde livet blitt enda en smule enklere for ei stakkars røy uten kontanter.

Peace and love!