One, Two One Two Three Four...
Oh, You don't wanna start like that? You want me to the the..
(That's Not how we've EVER started)

Well you were standing in the door
Well I wondered what you were waiting for
I saw the wild strawberries on the vine
Out of control

Well I was trying to think of something clever
You were saying nothing whatsoever
I saw the berries throw their hooks into the soil
Felt the blood between us turning thick as motor oil

We come from California
The air around you is familiar to me now
You were gazing westward
I was looking at you again (yeah)

Lyrics submitted by ruxxell

Some Swedish Trees song meanings
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