[ Tekst: Magne Neby ]

If you see me falling
Trapped inside the net of your heart. Suffocating overdose right from the start.
Full speed treadmill to your love.
Playing foolish mind games, making me feel low.
Waking up smiling from our meet.
All day longing to see you in my sleep.
Where’s your worse half, or your hidden ring. Can’t be just a fling, the way you make me sing.

If you see me falling,
that must be me falling for you.
If you hear me calling,
that must be me calling for you.
If you think I’m failing,
why don’t you give me a clue,
because right now I am only turning blue, thinking of you.

Calculating chance, measuring words.
Lost contact with the world, I keep singing to the birds. I need some more of you, to see if you are real. Because there is no logic in the way you make me feel.

If you see me falling,
that must be me falling for you.
If you hear me calling,
that must be me calling for you.
If you think I’m failing,
why don’t you give me a clue,
because right now I am only turning blue, thinking of you.

[ Tekst: Magne Neby ]

When I was born, my mama said, this little heart is way too big. He’s gonna break it many times and many other like.
I just lied there thinking of what kind of eyes that was blinking, non-aware of the future coming fast ahead.

But after some years went by,
all that changed from when you caught my eyes.

I want you,
you to be mine.
I want you,
wherever I’ll ride.
I want you,
nothing is like.
I want you,
hold my hand under starry starlight,
hold my hand under starry starlight tonight.

When I was six my brother said, get those girls into bed.
I just laughed and said to him, boy you are mad.
Don’t you know those shiny girls are crazy as jackass jerks, they scream, smile, cry and pray, all at the same time.

But after a year went by,
all that changed from when you caught my eyes.

I want you,
you to be mine.
I want you,
where ever I’ll ride.
I want you,
nothing is like.
I want you,
hold my hand under starry starlight,
hold my hand under starry starlight, tonight.

[ Tekst: Magne Neby ]

Less conscious than awake, its morning in a drunken ache and I’m on the train.
Concentrating not to sleep,
keep my eyes on the tip of my feet, not to get sick.

A quiet bed would be heaven sent, but I don’t want to leave you yet, for once I’m not bent.
My breath tastes of toxic waste, my rental suit is all displaced,
but together we’re graced.

What I wish the most I had,
is your head on my shoulder pad
and we could sleep together, and be one.

Its not as bad being lonely, when you’re with someone.

As time went, all well spent, we chose our paths different and separete we went.
Now coffestains are all I gain, keeping sane my working brain, missing that train.

What I wish the most I had,
is your head on my shoulder pad
and we could sleep together, and be one.

Its not as bad being lonely, when you’re with someone.

[ Tekst: Magne Neby ]

How Good It Feels

I’ve been putting out cigarettes, buying bottled water,
eating carrots from a bag.
I’ve been smiling like an idiot,
flexing biseps,
when I knew you were passing by.
I’ve been helping old ladies, pushing Mercedes,
all to make you look in my way.
I’ve been loosing time,
talking in rhymes,
and I’ve been meaning to say.

How good it feels, to be walking down your lane. How good it feels,to be humming on your name. How good it feels, to be holding your hand.
How good it feels to be your man.

I’ve been sleeping alone,
me and my phone,
when you were out of town.
I’ve been making a song,
all day long,
just to trash it before dawn.
Lately being happy,
less and less scrappy, feeling good about myself.
But I have to say,
this being o.k.,
is hard getting used to.

How good it feels, to be walking down your lane. How good it feels,to be humming on your name. How good it feels, to be holding your hand.
How good it feels to be your man.

I’ve been bringing home ice cream, berries and whipped cream, spending credit without pause.
I’ve been cooking in French, me and the stench,
burning sugar with a cause.
I’ve been riding in the sunset, hammocks and light lit, making Hollywood seem dull.
But in evening time,
after dozens of rhymes, I still get the same feeling.

How good it feels, to be walking down your lane. How good it feels,to be humming on your name. How good it feels, to be holding your hand.
How good it feels to be your man.