by Stefan Blixt
Fitting blinds to bedroom windows
Writing stories for you
I could sit here all the day through
Pulling blinds up and down
What's the mood
What's the hour
Is it day
Is it night
Yesterday gave me what
What will I give tomorrow from my heart
I'm not running
I'm not staying
Writing stories for you
Would you like a cup of letters
Would you care for a mood
What's that smile
What's that coo
Who am I
Who are you
Your embrace gave me what
What will I give to you right from my heart
In my room I keep emotions
Sometimes several each day
I could sit here all the day through
With emotions turned on