Jonatan

In the year of our Lord

On a bright messageboard

The typing the sound of your seeking

You were urgent and warm

A benign Northern storm

And you never announced you were leaving

Jonatan

In your green fairy knit

The grabbing hands, ""give us it""

Scandinavian romances of England

And your schoolkiddish laugh

As you sank in the bath

Reveries from the seas moving inland

Jonatan

I never liked your favourite band

Did the midnight sunlight stay your hand

The loving smile, the earnest plans

And all your sadness grains of sand

With all your sadness grains of sand

More than anyone could stand

More than anyone could stand

More than anyone could stand

Jonatan