«Lalala»
Tekst: Ben Adams, Eirik Næss, Knut Bjørnar Asphol og Erlend Gunstveit Musikk: Ben Adams, Eirik Næss, Knut Bjørnar Asphol og Erlend Gunstveit
Thinking back on way back when when IWas sitting in a classroom staring at
The back of your neck
Your shoulders
Hair like golden
You get me
Sneaking out behind the bike shed
Smoking on the same cigarette
Your lipstick
Traces always
Tasted just like strawberry
And these memories evergreen
And now and then there’s something in me wishing we were still fifteen
Cause our love was like a song, unfinished
But it keeps on playing
Had a tune so pretty but the words so lame
we sang it from our hearts
Didn’t care if it all made sense
wish that we could write those words
that we didn't then
Cause all we had was “la la la”
Nothin ever turns out quite like
how you think it will, ain’t that right
Red house, white fence, 3 fish, two kids, one dog and a range rover
I remember we were goin places
We were Showing off on our myspaces
Small town, big plans, big heads,
time tik tokked like a bull dozer
But the memories evergreen