Wedding in Finistère - Jens Lekman

I was booked for a wedding on the coast of Finistère

After the rehearsal I took a walk down to the harbor

They say, «This is where the world ends»

Or maybe where it’s beginning

Out on the pier sat the bride on the rail smoking

I wasn’t sure if she wanted to talk

But she nodded and waved me in

Her eyes were on the horizon

I asked how she was feeling

She said, «Like a five-year-old watching the ten-year-olds shoplifting

Ten-year-old watching the fifteen-year-olds French kissing

Fifteen-year-old watching the twenty-year-olds chain-smoking

Twenty-year-old watching the thirty-year-olds vanishing»

Is this where the world ends?

Or is it where it’s beginning?

You open one door to find all the other doors closing

I said, «Marry and regret it

Don’t marry, regret it too

Whether you marry or you don’t

Either way you’ll wish you hadn’t»

We laughed and she dried a tear

We walked back to the town front

And later that night I sang «You Are the Light»

We all danced and got drunk

I felt like a five-year-old watching the ten-year-olds shoplifting

Ten-year-old watching the fifteen-year-olds French kissing

Fifteen-year-old watching the twenty-year-olds chain-smoking

Twenty-year-old watching the thirty-year-olds vanishing

Oh, please, distract me

From every life unlived

Every path I haven’t taken

The heart’s still a little kid

A scared little five-year-old watching the ten-year-olds shoplifting

Ten-year-old watching the fifteen-year-olds French kissing

Fifteen-year-old watching the twenty-year-olds chain-smoking

Twenty-year-old watching the thirty-year-olds

Five-year-old watching the ten-year-olds shoplifting

Ten-year-old watching the fifteen-year-olds French kissing

Fifteen-year-old watching the twenty-year-olds chain-smoking

Twenty-year-old watching the thirty-year-olds vanishing