25 Days

25, 25 days. That's too much, that's too much!

25, 25 days. That's too much, that's too much!

25, until I get to see you

25, until I get to know if what we just started will

have conquered backpacker girls with newly braided hair

and Mano Chao records

It will soon be 24. Oh!

You’re so worth waiting for

24, 24 days. Still too much, much too much.

24, 24 days. Half an hour done just writing this song

24, oh I can hear mouths moving

24, and I nod at what could be the right time to nod

You and I hadn’t even met 24 days ago.

I must have been so low!

And I didn't even know!

23, 22, 21, 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 10

(because I slept for so long those days)

9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

I get a text from you, saying you’re off to Havanna

airport as we speak.

I start brushing my teeth.

Ten minutes later: “Sorry, I mixed up the dates :)”

YOU STUPID FUCK

YOU STUPID FUCK

You stupid fuck, you need to come back

Oh.

I'm at Arlanda airport with a famous flower in my hand

waiting for you.

I see the doors opening, I see the passengers pouring

out fresh like gingerbread cookies and wearing what

appears to be new, funky hats, I see from a distance

it's someone I know well you're approaching, I can see

it, I take a step forward