Alla dagar inför Dublin skulle ägnas åt plugget. Ta igen alla timmar som jag har missat. Men ICKE! Självklart har min soulmate planer som inkluderar mig med! På torsdag vinkväll i köttis nya lägenhet och på lördag är jag hembjuden till fritidsgården på middag.

Jag älskar dessa kvällar, när det är bloggen och jag. Ikväll ska jag nog skriva en ny textrad på min vägg, antagligen blir det från White Lies, underbart bra band.

"Keep on running, its no place like home"

Frästen det blir nog hela texten....

"Lights still in our eyes, we're leaving this whole fairground behind, it's a dream that's going cold.

Circus never dies, the act forever haunts these skies, i know we cannot stay.

Farewell to the fairground, these rides aren't working anymore.
Goodbye to this dead town, until the ice begins to thaw.

This place used to gleam, i see it in my hopeful dreams, now i had to get away.
We move towards the stars, and all that we touch becomes ours, lets keep warm till it's day.

Farewell to the fairground, these rides aren't working anymore.
Goodbye to this dead town, until the ice begins to thaw.

We'll head south, just hold my hand now. I feel like i'm casting off my clothes and i'm running through the snow towards the sunset and i'm always with you.

Keep on running, keep keep on running, there's no place like home, there's no place like home.

Farewell to the fairground, these rides aren't working anymore. Goodbye to this dead town, until the ice begins to thaw."