| Song | 36 |
| Artist | Christina Rosenvinge |
| Album | Un caso sin resolver |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| And like any other monday, | |
| promise of discipline, | |
| at the end of the day | |
| there is always something new to fix. | |
| And my windows are open | |
| but my closet´s not clean, | |
| every winter seems shorter | |
| as I´m counting up to 36. | |
| See the steps in the ballroom, | |
| I still doubt in between, | |
| always late to all the parties, | |
| I had to learn some dirty tricks. | |
| Now I´m not getting wiser | |
| but I still fit in my jeans, | |
| time is building me a room | |
| that I still can´t find at 36. | |
| Who´s talking? | |
| who listens? | |
| Who´s turning off? | |
| Who´s got it? | |
| Who missed it? | |
| Who´s still in love? | |
| Someday back to my hometown, | |
| nothing else to conceal, | |
| I will shake off my boots, | |
| say that I was never 36. |
| And like any other monday, | |
| promise of discipline, | |
| at the end of the day | |
| there is always something new to fix. | |
| And my windows are open | |
| but my closet s not clean, | |
| every winter seems shorter | |
| as I m counting up to 36. | |
| See the steps in the ballroom, | |
| I still doubt in between, | |
| always late to all the parties, | |
| I had to learn some dirty tricks. | |
| Now I m not getting wiser | |
| but I still fit in my jeans, | |
| time is building me a room | |
| that I still can t find at 36. | |
| Who s talking? | |
| who listens? | |
| Who s turning off? | |
| Who s got it? | |
| Who missed it? | |
| Who s still in love? | |
| Someday back to my hometown, | |
| nothing else to conceal, | |
| I will shake off my boots, | |
| say that I was never 36. |
| And like any other monday, | |
| promise of discipline, | |
| at the end of the day | |
| there is always something new to fix. | |
| And my windows are open | |
| but my closet s not clean, | |
| every winter seems shorter | |
| as I m counting up to 36. | |
| See the steps in the ballroom, | |
| I still doubt in between, | |
| always late to all the parties, | |
| I had to learn some dirty tricks. | |
| Now I m not getting wiser | |
| but I still fit in my jeans, | |
| time is building me a room | |
| that I still can t find at 36. | |
| Who s talking? | |
| who listens? | |
| Who s turning off? | |
| Who s got it? | |
| Who missed it? | |
| Who s still in love? | |
| Someday back to my hometown, | |
| nothing else to conceal, | |
| I will shake off my boots, | |
| say that I was never 36. |