Besedila: The Cardigans. Country Hell.

Such a foolish thing
what a way to be
I couldn't stay in here
and it's not right to leave
I couldn't tell you how
but all the things I feel
have their qualities

If you fall apart
fall into my arms
one uneasy morning
doesn't make me leave

Such a simple thing
what a way to say
I couldn't help myself
for my foolish ways
you couldn't tell me how
but all the things you feel
have their qualities