Song Description
about being vulnerable; metaphor for writing a song
| Song Length |
4:03 |
Genre |
Pop - Lullaby |
Lyrics
Arne, did you know I'm one more year old, and it happened all on your island?
Arne, I'm the kind who never quiets down, and being on my own got me thinking...
Sorry to bother you; I don't know why
I'm telling you whatever comes into my head
But, Arne, do you know why the river is green, or why it's safer to get sloshed in a throng?
But to be honest, Arne, what has been bothering me is that I've never seen a plate that's not round.
Have you heard this one before? I think it all the time- I miss all of my knowing faces.
Even though I'm here, seeing all your world, Arne, you know home's never heartless.
But, Arne, do you know why the river is green, or why it's safer to get sloshed in a throng?
But to be honest, Arne, what has been bothering me is that I've never seen a plate that's not round.
Arne, thank you so much for all you've done; this was surely a splendid visit.
I have come to you from being on my own, and you don't ask yourself, 'how's the weather?'
But, Arne, do you know why the river is green, or why it's safer to get sloshed in a throng?
But to be honest, Arne, what has been bothering me is that I've never seen a plate that's not round.