Årets låt.

Jag tycker det här är årets bästa låt. Det var en glädje att se den framföras live i lördags. Jag drömde om den inatt. I drömmen sa Traceyanne att låten handlade om mig. Och när de spelade den så hade de bytt ut “a week in a dusty library” mot “en sommar i en dammig grossistbutik”. 

Spent en sommar i en dammig grossistbutik
Waiting for some words to jump at me
We met by a trick of fate
French navy my sailor mate
We met by the moon on a silvery lake
You came my way
Said, I want you to stay

You and your dietary restrictions
Said you loved me with a lot of convention
I was waiting to be struck by lightning
Waiting for somebody exciting
Like you
Oh, the thing that you do
You make me go  uuuh
With the things that you do (you do, you do)

I wanted to control it
But love, I couldn't hold it
I wanted to control it
But love, I couldn't hold it

I'll be criticized for lending out my eye
I was criticized for letting you break my heart
Why would a stand disappoint unless
Fooling all but I'm more than dead love

Uuuh with the looks
Oh tender boy,
Ooh, with the looks, the looks, the looks

I wanted to control it…

Relationships were something I used to do
Convince me they are better for me and you
We met by a trick of fate
French navy, my sailor

I wanted to control it…