[Intro: Ludwig Kronstrand]
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa
Yeah, let's get it
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ludwig Kronstrand]
One for all, one for one
Next to everyone I am "Who?"
Want to have fun so I party to five
I go to bed at three
But lay awake again
Trying to sleep but it's no idea so
And I go up when I want
I think that I should write a movie
But see an old friend and turn around
Because he asks for a picture
To send to his cousin
Where I say "Hope your day is nice"
So I go to A Bowl and eat chicken with rice
Talk shit with Felix, Rima and Samir
I tell them about the girl I'm seeing
But next week it's someone nеw
Plan my travels in the smallest dеtail
Don't want to say goodbye to anyone, only catch a flight
Do military homecoming like my pops
For it is enough with the darkness that has lived in my mind
I take six shots Tequila too often now
And smoke Camel Blue for all times I have regrets
And it's been a while since I met someone and made out
Is this what aging feels like?
I used to be so G, my jeans was so fly
But now I walk in tuxedo and I miss my Nikes
Used to have time and my life was a fight
But now I walk in tuxedo and I miss my Nikes
[Chorus 1: Ludwig Kronstrand]
Our beautiful days
Still living but it feels to little
And I've lost myself in all stereotypes
You say that you need to feel something with the head too
And I pretend that I know but we live in a
City where everything that is, it is just pretend
Now there are no streets which I haven't crossed
They say that you have to feel something with the head too
But what do they know about that?

[Verse 2: Noel Flike]
A loft, a sluice to fantasy dreams
Have reached idle to break
A sigh only for those around
A calm song but storm at my rise
Standing at the station, ah
Looking at the track, ah
We hide in the tunnel, ah
Waiting for the train, ah
Then we were 14, ah
Long before Hov1, ah
Long before closing, ah
Drink on Tjoget, ah
When my bro (Eh), which bro? (Eh)
It is written in the sky with his words (Eh)
Is the smell of all that light blue?
Wrote haiku, about the time in high school, ey
Now the leaves fall and you wait on a winter wind
Then the ice melt and you survived another winter
It feels like the years are running away
We slide out of frame
It isn't about winning
Just overcoming
[Chorus 2: Ludwig Kronstrand]
Our beautiful days
Coming but I don't see them
And I'm only 22, off course I exaggerate
You say that I need to feel something with the head too
And I say that I see what we were
Before Niklas became an angel
I save every single one, tears running to the chorus
They say that you need to feel something with the head too
But what do they know about that

[Verse 3: Dante Lindhe]
I can quote philosophers with too complicated names
But never live like I teach
Or be a helping hand
Can forgive you for everything
No tears reach my throat
Never ask for any help
Take back what I've said
Give you wisdom that I heard someone give to his friend
Never shown me weak or incompetent
I can write serenades and there are no limits
But will I write serenades or write about you?
Or histories about me and people I was with, 1-3-2
When I was lost every summer, autumn, winter, spring
Looked at the sky and we tasted the rain
And I wished that sometime everything would get better
I look back and I remember that I carried
A couple wounds, some I still have today, ey
And a couple Nikes that are worn out for a while
Then we would never consider wearing a tuxedo
[Chorus 3: Ludwig Kronstrand]
Our beautiful days
I've caught myself in the moment
And my kids are 22, off course they exaggerate
I say that they need to fell something with the head too
And they think I've forgotten how life used to be
Before Slussen renovated
Done so much which I will never be able to ventilate
I've started to say that they need to think with the head too
But what do I know about that?
But what do I know about that?