i see in retrospect

deep rooted in hindsight

us walking down that street

cold, sparkling winter night

so unaware of what

the future had in store

we were quite careless then

but rotten to the core

the rumour that was spread

it wasn't true at all

the town was painted red

and we were standing tall

interrogated but

they let us off the hook

that principal's still got

a gold star in my book

LARZ GUSTAFSSON 6/4 2018