Lasse Lindh - Here comes the nosebleed

We were, I know we were just kids
But I still miss the things we shared
The pain was unheard, an anonymous word
Our teenage skin free from all sins

You smelled like a garden in spring rain
You smelled like nothing have ever smelled again
On the beach the last day of the year
Dressed in fake fur

Here comes the nosebleed, the sensation of fear
And along with all the red comes the tears

We said 'love it's easy, it's sharing and give
And take and passion and flesh and blood'
Your skin in the sun, my hands on your skin
The last glimpse of joy