Bastard

 
 

The sun over Majorstuen on a summer’s day 
Your lovely presence on the balcony 
Thåström’s voice loud on the radio 
Just like my agony 

Or all those kisses with a slightly different taste 
You’re the same girl, just with a different grace 

And I’m a bastard 
For saying that 
And I’m a bastard 

The fireflies of Iowa when you threw me out 
Or when the band broke up in Berlin 
Like the puzzled look on the faces of my family 
When they let me back in 

Or all those fights 
The same lines 
Just a different color in your eyes 

And I’m a bastard 
For saying that 
And I’m a bastard 

Trying to sleep, watching my breath condensate 
Or the times the cat played with the roaches 
When I was down and out, and you gave me your gun 
And told me it was loaded 

Or all those times, yeah, those times before that 
You’re the same girl and I’m a different man 

And I’m a bastard 
For saying that 
And I’m a bastard