Traffic Lights Lyrics

They change the windows at your house

In the garage we go hiding

Feeling fourteen and a half

I guess I start to let the light in

Change the tyre of your bike

We're not handy but we're trying

And now we kiss at traffic lights

Maybe should have seen it coming

Henrik tells me I'm my own

My head is stuck into the ceiling

Write a letter, write a poem

Why not break it, we can heal it?

Fat fix of your pheromones

That feeling that I try to shake and

You're sleeping, lying in the sun

Somewhere down the Sonian forest