Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brinkenstjärna
Brinkenstjärna
Performer
Charlie Petersson
Charlie Petersson
Performer
Brink
Brink
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oscar Peters
Oscar Peters
Composer
Thomas Peters
Thomas Peters
Composer
Suzanne Kipping
Suzanne Kipping
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie Petersson
Charlie Petersson
Producer
Mats Björke
Mats Björke
Producer
Måns Billner
Måns Billner
Producer

Lyrics

Do you remember we were just dumb teens
We were drinking beautiful poison and we smoked some green
And under the moonlight this dream asked me
"Hey Mr.Charlie how come you are so damn fond of me?
I mean I'm quite fucked up and people always tend to leave
'cause I got a lot of flaws and crazy demons in me"
I said
"Baby I might be high 'cause I just smoked a tree
But it's in your flaws i truly see the pure reflection of me"
And I promise you I won't leave when you tear down your walls
'Cause baby it's not unreachable perfection i want
I know that I'll carry you in the right direction
'Cause baby you are perfect in your imperfection
Said baby you are perfect in your imperfection
Remember all those parties back in the south
All that teenage adolescence all wrapped up in one house
And I spotted you there all smiley on the chair
Big beautiful brown eyes and your wicked curly hair
And I reached that feeling, I crumbled inside
Dry throat, wet hands and all them butterflies
Best time of our lives, drinking wine or staying high
I guess that's my own Summer Of '69
I said I guess that's my own Summer Of '69
But I promise you I won't leave when you tear down your walls
'Cause baby it's not unreachable perfection I want
I know that I'll carry you in the right direction
'Cause baby you are perfect in your imperfection
Said baby you are perfect in your imperfection
Yeah I promise you I won't leave when you tear down your walls
'Cause baby it's not unreachable perfection i want
I know that I'll carry you in the right direction
'Cause baby you are perfect in your imperfection
Said baby you are perfect in your imperfection
Yeah maybe you were perfect in your imperfection
Written by: Oscar Peters, Suzanne Kipping, Thomas Peters
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