Postcard #17 - Jens Lekman

What am I so scared of?

What’s the worst that could happen?

Been awake all night

Heard the rain tapping

If something taps on the window

In the middle of the night

Just let it in, alright

Just let it in, alright

I couldn’t even write about it in my diary

Or shape the sound of the words

So I tried sneaking up behind it

Like the lion sneaks up on the herd

If I just put this pen to this paper

If I just change the labels on the salt and pepper shaker

If I just trick myself into pouring it all out

Just let it all out, alright

Just let it all out

If you just say its name

Three times in front of the mirror

Its pale face will appear

Grinning in the corner

And you turn around

And you study its particulars

You say: «Is that what I was scared of?»

Fucking ridiculous

It’s fucking ridiculous

It’s all in your head

It’s all in your head

It’s all in your head

It’s all in your head

It’s all in your head

It’s all in your head

It’s all in your head

It’s all in your head