Words & music by Væring 2001
It's been a lifetime and no time at all
since the last time we met
I worry about the voices
will they be silent
or chanting inside my head
"Oh he belongs to you
his skin, his hands - all belong to you"
I wonder how you'll greet me? With a handshake or
some little peck on the cheek for a start?
Will you bring your kids to show me how you've grown
now that you've got a healthy heart?
"Oh he belongs to you
his heart, his hands - all belong to you"
I've never seen the shirt and you've cut your hair
you're a different man no doubt
I observe the speed with which this transformation
of you, has come about
"Oh he belongs to you
his skin, his hands still belong to you"
You came alone I'm glad you chose the hand shake
I never much liked a false pretence
It's good we had this chance to talk things over
entirely in the past tense
Oh you belonged to me
your skin, your hands once belonged to me
It's been a lifetime and no time at all
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