Friday, July 19, 2013

ABBA – When All Is Said And Done

Here’s to us. One more toast, and then we’ll pay the bill.
Deep inside, both of us can feel the autumn chill.
Birds of passage, you and me.
We fly instinctively.
When the summer’s over and the dark clouds hide the sun,
Neither You nor I’m to blame when all is said and done.

In our lives, we have walked some strange and lonely treks.
Slightly worn, but dignified, and not too old for sex.
We’re still striving for the sky,
Got taste for humble pie.
Thanks for all your generous love and thanks for all the fun.
Neither you nor I’m to blame when all is said and done.

It’s so strange, when you’re down, and lying on the floor,
How you rise, shake your head, get up and ask for more.
Clear-headed and open-eyed, with nothing left untried.
Standing calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run,
There’s no hurry anymore when all is said and done.
Standing calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run,
There’s no hurry anymore when all is said and done.

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