Mando Diao

Your Lovers Nerve

Belgium or France maybe England Reading
your lips and they could be easily for
me so fine and free Well I went down
here for your number but your colours
were grey I obeyed the fact that you
were small, so silly small But I’m easy
for your lover’s nerve I’m easy and you
might be hurt in a year or two weeks
from now on And when I think of it you
lied you cut all my maybes twice You
might be far away Tango and waltz in the
evening Chasing the fears and they could
be finally for me hunt them to be free
Load my revolver discussed with the old
man stinking of gin We’ll it could be
clear as ice to see just like you and me
my friend ‘Cause I am easy for your
lover’s nerve… I am easy for your
lover’s nerve… You might be far away,
but I just don’t know…