Crisp bread and lazy mornings,
Red wood and yellow fields,
Those are all the things
I want to share
With you.

Sitting by the fire,
Coming home in the evening,
Walking on the wooden floor,
That’s what I want to share
With you.

While being on a bus ride
Into the unknown,
I’m fantasizing
Of how beautiful life were
With you.

And as strange as it should
Seem to me,
I think,
I really could be domestic
With you.

// those are all the things or Swedish daydream – nautilus poetry