Tekster: Jens Lekman. Do Impossible Things.

We lay still in the grass
watching parakeets
flying in and out
of closed windows

And you said
It can't solve my problems
neither can I solve yours

we'll never be as beautiful
as the parakeets
in Istanbul

and we'll never be impossible
and do impossible things

now we hang out in
japanese gardens
collect shiny things
for our nest

we're just like blackbirds
the darkness painted to our chest
now our collections nearly finished
we've got bad-luck tokens,
diamond rings and goldteeth

and you say 'can't it get darker'
well now see your
shadow down beneath

and we'll never be as beautiful
as the parakeets in Istanbul
we'll never be impossible
like the parakeets in Istanbul
we'll never be as beautiful
as the parakeets in Istanbul

we'll never be impossible
like the parakeets in Istanbul
we'll never be as beautiful
as the parakeets in Istanbul
we'll never be impossible
like the parakeets in Istanbul

we'll never be as beautiful
as the parakeets in Istanbul
we'll never be impossible
like the parakeets in Istanbul
we'll never be as beautiful
as the parakeets in Istanbul

we'll never be impossible
like the parakeets in Istanbul
we'll never be as beautiful...