Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frans
Frans
Performer
Olle Tidblom
Olle Tidblom
Programming
Frans Jeppsson Wall
Frans Jeppsson Wall
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Olle Tidblom
Olle Tidblom
Songwriter
Frans Jeppsson Wall
Frans Jeppsson Wall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D'bloom
D'bloom
Producer

Lyrics

Wasn't meant to be,
Wasn't meant to lose,
Script was written wrong,
Nothing left to prove.
One day maybe we
Pick up what we choose,
Or we leave it be.
It was
Saturday morning, June, 2004,
You told me, "Off you go,"
And find yourself when you walk out this door.
Tie your laces,
Down bad,
Wasn't ready to deal with a nomad,
Wasn't ready to wander in your land.
Tie your laces,
Summer made, autumn brought the cold.
Ref
Wasn't meant to be,
Wasn't meant to lose,
Script was written wrong,
Nothing left to prove.
One day maybe we
Pick up what we choose,
Or we leave it be.
Tie your laces,
Down bad,
Wasn't ready to deal with a nomad,
Wasn't ready to wander in your land.
Tie your laces,
Down bad,
I was ready to give you my whole hand,
Wasn't ready to wander in your land.
Wednesday evening, 16 seasons on,
Met my baby girl, she burned my bad, though,
burned my heart to stone.
Tie your laces, yeah,
no one prepared us,
Prepared us for the storm,
Although we tried to cope,
We lost each other,
Better to move on.
Ref.
Wasn't meant to be,
Wasn't meant to lose,
Script was written wrong,
Nothing left to prove.
One day maybe we
Pick up what we choose,
Or we leave it be.
Tie your laces,
Down bad,
Wasn't ready to deal with a nomad,
Wasn't ready to wander in your land.
Tie your laces,
Down bad,
I was ready to give you my whole hand,
Wasn't ready to wander in your land.
No, no, no.
Oh, we tried it, ain't nobody's fault,
 Ain't nobody's fault.
Though we tried, we kinda missed the point,
 Ain't nobody's fault.
Ref.
Wasn't meant to be,
 Wasn't meant to lose,
 Script was written wrong,
 Nothing left to prove.
One day maybe we
 Pick up what we choose,
 Or we leave it be.
I don't know but it
Wasn't meant to be,
 Wasn't meant to lose,
 Script was written wrong,
 Nothing left to prove.
One day maybe we
 Pick up what we choose,
 Or we leave it be.
Written by: Frans Jeppsson Wall, Olle Tidblom
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