The Man With The Gun Lyrics - Stina Nordenstam

I'm out of my senses 

I'll only smile 

The night I meet the man with the gun 

Not that I'd be defenceless 

But I don't think I'll fight 

The night I meet the man with the gun 

Maybe I'll say what kept you? 

I knew you would come 

I somehow didn't expect to 

Be spared for so long 

Was it a whim of fortune 

Or was I hard to find 

What's the routine of a man with a gun 

Was it a kind of torture 

Have you been out of town 

What is like to a man with a gun 

Maybe I'm glad to see you 

It's hard to believe 

But standing here beside you 

Is such a relief 

This is gonna hurt me 

I do know why you've come 

But I got this feeling 

That it's already been done