Lyrics: Vilma Krage
Music: Georg Aagaard/Aske Søltoft/Vilma Krage
I was too afraid to tell you, so I left a note
You were so drunk, you almost died on the way home
Now I’m scared to death, but I can't tell
You’ve been so down, I’m almost there
and I can’t see this going anywhere
I just arrived, but you’re asleep
I think by now I’m getting used to it
The silence growing when we meet
Why don’t you just reach out for me?
Your absence makes me feel so greedy
The hardest part of loving you
Is how I have been trying to
Drag that feeling out of you
Something my strength could never do
I wanted it so badly
I chose to stay cause I believed
That you and I could turn out happy
Turns out that was naive
I felt a lot, but most alone
We wanted different things, I know
And you kept talking politics
While I was longing for a kiss
A touch on my leg, is that all I can get from you?
The hardest part of loving you
Is how I have been trying to
Drag that feeling out of you
Something my strength could never do
I wanted it so badly
I chose to stay cause I believed
That you and I could turn out happy
Turns out that was naive
Naive of me