Jens Lekman - Postcard #10 lyrics

March 7th, 2015 I miss my grandpa He died a year ago I have a last memory of him From his last Christmas evening He wanted to show me something A crossbow carved out of old wood Hanging in his garage With arrows that looked like bu*ter knives But with arrowheads from darts He hung on a dartboard on the wall and I tried it myself It almost cut the board in half It was an excellent construction Fine-tuned to near perfection I asked him what it was for But he didn't say anything Or maybe it was his hearing And we shook hands like we always did Ever since I was a little kid And on my way home The snow started falling And I had more than a question I really wanted to get to know him I really wanted to get to know him I really wanted to get to know him