definitely much more beautiful than the previous year (see earlier post), Story of a heart sounds like a song by ABBA, and I believe that it is not difficult for us to imagine fans sung by Agnetha and Frida. I would say it looks like a bit 'to The Winner Takes It All .
This song was written by Benny and Bjorn for the upcoming album: Story of a heart - Benny Andersson The Band, be noted that in Sweden are known as Benny Andersson Orkester BAO or simply . This is a compilation that will be published in England and will contain, in addition to the unreleased song in question, the greatest hits of the band taken from their three albums in Sweden. The song is sung by Helen Sjöholm, Benny and Bjorn's latest muse, former star of the Swedish version of Chess.
Story of a heart
It must have been him,
Just a glimpse of a face in the crowd,
That's all it takes,
My heart is racing.
I stand in a trance,
As I stare at the back of a bus,
Knowing there's no use denying,
I can't stop thinking about us.
The story of a heart
The story all of it mine,
Then you took it from me,
Every glorious line.
I was safe and warm,
And now I'm out in the cold,
And I know I shouldn't have told my story.
Story of a heart,
I laid myself open wide,
Yet to read the pages,
Where the ink hadn't dried,
All emotions pent up inside, my story.
I try to resist,
But the images keep coming through,
So many years,
Still I'm defenceless.
The house by the lake,
His hands resting awhile on the oars,
Speaking with quiet conviction,
Carefully unlocking doors.
The story of a heart,
The story all of it mine,
Then you took it from me,
Every glorious line.
I was safe and warm,
And now I'm out in the cold,
And I know I shouldn't have told my story.
Story of a heart,
I laid myself open wide,
Yet to read the pages,
Where the ink hadn't dried,
All emotions pent up inside, my story.
Did he see me,
Or did I just imagine it all,
Putting a face on a stranger,
A face I find more and more hard to recall
The story of a heart,
I laid myself open wide,
Yet to read the pages,
Where the ink hadn't dried.
Swept away and lost in love,
What was I to do,
I just had to read it to you, my story.
The story of a heart,
The story all of it mine,
Then you took it from me,
Every glorious line.
I was safe and warm,
And now I'm out in the cold,
And I know I shouldn't have told my story.
Story of a heart,
I laid myself open wide,
Yet to read the pages, Had not
Where the ink dried,
All emotions pent up inside, my story
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