Our Noise
Tobias Lilja
Was that my voice?
Is that my shoulder?
Was that my eyelash?
Is this my tongue?
“This isn’t your tongue”
Your voice
I think I heard the echo
From the time when our accordion
Stretched across entire Europe
We had one hand in Stockholm, one in Rome
Can you remember the noise we made?
Is this the way we played?
Your voice
I think I heard the echo
It must have traveled far
High above the fields of borеdom
Which grew once you had left
Will you rеmember the noise we made?
If I play for you now
Is this, is this the way we played?
Is this our noise?
Is this our noise?
Is this the way we played?