Text: Stina Nordenstam. Dynamite. The Man With The Gun.

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 see what kept you
I knew you would come
But 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 the 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
Oh I do know why you've come
But I got this feeling
That it's already been done