Erlend Øye
Symptom of Disease
What you kept saying
And what I was told
Never related
So I don't know
Maybe tomorrow
Or Wednesday
But I'll find excuses
To wait, wait, wait
The only date that's certain
The wedding of our friends
I think it's for the better
I keep my cool till then
One out of many
Not how it feels
But how I'll think of you
At the end of the year
I don't know what's happening to me
Is it a symptom of disease?
Wish I could tell you
About the distance between
How my life is unfolding and
How I thought it would be
Wish you were someone
With whom I could share what I find
In the people and places
In this new world of mine