Te busco entre mis recuerdos porque eres cálido como un abrazo.
Te pienso dormida. En mi imaginación eres protagonista e intento conquistarte hambrienta.
Recito en voz baja todo lo que mi deseo quiere de ti.
El tiempo pasa lento, los días son agonía sin tu presencia.
Tu cordialidad me acelera, tus ojos me conquistan,tu tranquilidad me serena.
Tu lógica me hace sentir loca, intensa, enérgica.
Porque no te amo, pero si te amara lo dejaría todo y me tendrías.
Me enloqueces, me encelas, me sacas de quicio.
Y te quiero a solas, en silencio. Quiero tus manos que me tocan y destruyen.
En secreto, a escondidas, amarrados, entrelazados, incoherentes e impotentes.
Te quiero desnudo; en mi cama, en la cocina.
Muero por quererte.
Me desvivo,
me alejo,
me vuelves a acercar.
"Maybe we're just born to love and worry about the people we know, and to go on loving and worrying even when there are more important things we should be doing. And if that means the human species is going to die out, isn't it in a way a nice reason to die out, the nicest reason you can imagine? Because when we should have been reorganising the distribution of the world's resources and transitioning collectively to a sustainable economic model, we were worrying about sex and friendship instead. Because we loved each other too much and found each other too interesting. And I love that about humanity, and in fact it's the very reason I root for us to survive - because we are so stupid about each other."
“It always means a lot to me coming back to Sweden… the first song I ever created, I made in Stockholm… the first song I ever recorded, I did in Stockholm!”
— Harry talking about Sweden/Stockholm and how much it means to him
“I think with the second album, I let go of the fear of getting it wrong, and…it was really joyous and really free. I think with music, it’s so important to evolve—and that extends to clothes and videos and all that stuff.”