I could never live in the countryside
I want neurosis and supermarkets
Slow traffic calms me and helps me think
They're transforming the urban space
No more tourists fit, they're throwing me out of the neighborhood
On the outskirts, my life has started again
Now, the city is ours
Modernism, beach, sex and partying
I know, you're looking for the warmth of a long hug
Because they have cut the heating
We'll never be so close
In 20 square meters of love
You read me a verse by Biedma out loud
I recite the water bill to you
In such a small space, the muses leave the living room
Days go by, you reach out your hand to me
That's holding a pregnancy test
The rest is history and whoever balances the bill better
The three of us are in heaven
We've got a mattress to spare
For two Swedish tourists and their dog
I know, you're looking for the warmth of a long hug
Because they have cut the heating
We'll never be so close
In 20 square meters of love
I know, you're looking for the warmth of a long hug
Because they have cut the heating
We'll never be so close
In 20 square meters of love
You're looking for the warmth of a long hug
Because they have cut the heating
We'll never be so close
I know, you're looking for the warmth of a long hug
Because they have cut the heating
We'll never be so close
In 20 square meters of love
You're looking for the warmth of a long hug
Because they have cut the heating
We'll never be so close