Oh Lars Forty

Verse

Mirjam met Patrizia in a classroom glow, (yeah)

books and laughter, syllables that grow, (uh-huh)

then a night, a bar, a moment—Marco met me, met you, (met you)

thirteen years like a chord that rings true, (ring, ring)

we folded maps and held our breath in foreign streets,

then ten years back we jumped the fence in Eastern heat— (whoo!)

surprised you on the sand, surprised you in the sun, (oh-oh)

thirty turned to memory, and the journey's not done. (na-na, na-na)

Chorus

Lars — oh Lars — forty rounds, oh-oh, (forty, forty)

we sing your name, we sing it slow, (we sing it, sing it)

Lars — oh Lars — smash the sky, (smash, smash)

padel heartbeat, racket-time, (wham-bam)

Lars — oh Lars — laugh with us, (come, come to me)

we've got your back, (we got your back) we've got your story, (your story)

Lars — oh Lars — forty now, (forty now) and here we go, (here we go)

(hey ya) (hey ya) — sing it loud, sing it low, (sing it low)

Verse

Christmas bells, suitcases, a thousand small goodbyes, (uh-huh)

holidays, handshakes, baby cries and lullaby lines, (na-na)

Mirjam godmother to Jori, Patrizia to Celia, (watching)

Juna in my arms, our promises sealed, (sealed)

we've played the court until the moon was thin— (da-da-da)

badminton, then padel, that cheeky grin, (cheeky)

smash, lob, a count of points and jokes, (wham-bam)

forty brings a pulse we already know. (oh-oh, oh-oh)