antonforsberg

It all revolves 'round the heart of it
And somewhere, somehow
I'll dive into it
At night it all falls into place
Touristy questions, maps and photographs all belong to daylight
When it seeks other places, the real deal begins
But we'll fall asleep instead
Sharing a room with strangers, in a remote city in a western country
Sharing laughters, plans and fears
With Notting Hill right around the corner