Fox hunting, sailing, vinprovning.
David Fransson and Olle Hagberg
What was it like when we were young? Sleeping in each other's arms, walking in each other's dreams. Was it only yesterday? I've forgotten anyway. What was it like to hear your name? Where's the girl that I once knew? Running home through winter parks, arm in arm, heart in heart. Now, like children in the dark, we hold hands and watch the rain. When you'd kiss my eyes awake, running mornings, crowded streets, just to find we'd missed our bus. But we'd laugh, kiss, what the hell. When you'd burst in from the rain, clasp my head between your hands, kiss away the darkest day. Always there to understand, you could make me proud again. Now I go aimlessly at night, sleep with faces I don't know. Always coming back to you, and the shadows of this room. I must search your eyes again, just to find that they are dead. Always coming back to you. Always coming back to you.
When Passion turns to Hate Loyalty becomes Betrayal Truth brings Treachery
Dawsons creek (the river kids), The O.C (Ryan Atwood iz my god)
The Creation Records Story
Bez & Alfredo Stroessner