Come Transmit - Britta Persson

There was a beat that I missed

A note I didn’t hit

I’d like to think I did my job

But lyrics played hard to get

There was your boss who had a breakdown

And a budget from outer space

There was unjustified nostalgia

And cough medicine in my veins

There was a difference in intonation

And I had a job-job to go to

They showed Idol on the telly

For dinner we had junk food

There were e-mails I couldn’t even open

There were free drinks for the band

Summer ended and then it was October

I thought it was time for you to understand

I talked slowly so you would get it

There was a beat that I missed

And one thousand departures per day

There were children I hadn’t had yet

And a kid for you to raise

There was a difference in intonation

I had a home-home to go to

There was a dog without a leash and

I knew I had to set you loose

There were e-mails I couldn’t even open

There were free drinks for the band

Summer ended and then it was October

I thought it was time for you to understand

I talked slowly so you would get it

My blood wants for your waves to come

My skin wants for your hands to find

My blood wants for your waves to come

Come transmit and get high on it

My skin wants for your hands to find

Find the flaws that distinguish it