This Means You to Me Now Unni Wilhelmsen

This means you to me, now:
The atmosphere, the lines
This whole place, somehow
These people with their faces
The music and the sound
Familiar but strange
When you're not around

And this means you to me, now:
The corner by the bar
Belongs to us, somehow
I'm watching with my glass
But can't see why my beer
Always taste so special
When you're with me here

And I feel naked
When I'm with you
And restless when I'm not
It must be exhibitionism, baby
That makes me enjoy
Your company a lot

This means you to me, now:
The pasta that I eat
Has got a taste of you, somehow
When you're sitting on my bed
That song you sometimes play
Makes my guitar sound better
Than on my lap, anyway