Based on Sweden 2012
Loreen — Euphoria
Some, they crave the buzz of jumping out of planes,
Their nights, their nights are filled with drugs that fry their brains.
But that's simply not where I would get my thrills,
Give me a quiet night where everything is still.
Euboria!
This ecstasy when all is calm,
An empty house, a soothing balm,
I'm wiping u-u-u-u-u-u-up!
Euboria!
An organized and pristine room,
Swept clean of chaos with my broom,
I'm wiping u-u-u-u-u-u-up!
I am here, flicking through a massive dictionary,
Wearily, counting letters ‘til I cannot see.
Whatever the day or the weather, I watch my clothes spin endlessly,
They’re drying and drying and drying, overcome by utter stagnancy.
Euboria!
All the vowels quantified,
The consonants are itemised,
I'm counting u-u-u-u-u-u-up!
Euboria!
The spinning stupefies my mind,
No better dullness can I find,
Eyes rolling u-u-u-u-u-u-up!
For hours, I stare at a black TV screen,
While counting the clock's ticks so mind-numbingly!
Euboria, Euboria!
I’m wiping u-u-u-u-u-u-up!
Euboria!
Where every minute is mundane,
A dead rhythm runs through my veins,
Eyes rolling u-u-u-u-u-u-up!
Euboria, Euboria!
I’m counting u-u-u-u-u-u-up.