Twentytwo Songtext
von The Lucksmiths

A funny old birthday
I′ve talked to no-one
Is she counting her loose change
At the edge of the ocean?
It's a while since we′ve spoken
I want her to phone me
I'm a little lonely
She'll be home Sunday
She′ll be home sunburnt
Freckles on her face
Wearing a t-shirt I can′t wait to see her
I re-read her letter
I'm a little better
I′ll wait at the airport
I haven't told her
She′s cut her hair short
And I'll smile on her shoulder
I′m one year older
But I'll be jumping for joy
Like a little boy