you`d have to be here..

and everything changes and nothing can last
l'm sure you've been there
sometimes I can't help but worry
and sometimes I can just let it go
l´m sure you've been there
the days may have names you can call but they never come back to you
the days are like children, they change into years as they grow
they can´t find their way and theres no way to show where theyre going to
they play with us here for a while and so swiftly they go..

utdrag fra kari bremnes sin flotte tekst

bilde fra gamle betanien hospital, bergen i dag