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Grisu - Mud on your nose

type: pop, singer-songwriter Further lovesongs in this playlist:    • Lovesongs   Further Pop songs in this playlist:    • Pop   Don't forget to subscribe    / @grisuaustria   Info: Among all subscribers who leave a comment under any video on this channel by 31 January 2026, a personalized song will be raffled. What does that mean? Based on the winner’s specifications, one song will be created in four versions (excluding covers or any content that violates copyright). The winner chooses one of these versions. The winner has then the option for this song to be released on this channel starting 1 February 2026. --- You showed up late in your worn-out shoes, laughing like you had nothing to lose. Rain in your hair, dirt on your clothes, and that smile with the mud on your nose. Everyone else was playing it safe, but you danced in the mess, unafraid. I should’ve known right there, I suppose, you were trouble with mud on your nose. You said: “Life’s too short to stay clean", I said: “You don’t know what you mean.” But something in your careless tone felt more like truth than I’d ever known. With mud on your nose and fire in your eyes, you made all my careful rules collide. You pulled me out of my straight white lines, into your world, wild and unpolished. If loving you means letting go, of who I was and what I chose, then I’ll run with you wherever it goes, through the rain, with mud on your nose. You hate goodbyes, love midnight drives, sing too loud, miss all the signs. You never plan, you just believe, that things work out if you don’t leave. I keep lists, you cross the road, I build walls, you jump and hope. We’re everything they said won’t work, yet here we are, proving them wrong first. You say: “Don’t overthink the fall”, I say: “What if we lose it all?”. You take my hand like you already know, we’ll be fine — just let it go. With mud on your nose and fire in your eyes, you make my doubts run and hide. You turn my fears into open skies, with every laugh, reckless and honest. If loving you means getting close, to every scar I never chose, then I’ll stand with you when it shows, through the storm, with mud on your nose. Maybe love’s not clean or clear, maybe it’s messy, raw, sincere. If falling means I lose control, I’d still fall hard, I’d still fall whole. With mud on your nose, you changed my name, from careful heart to fearless flame. I don’t need perfect, I don’t need slow, I just need you, flaws and all. If this is love, then let it grow, in the highs and the lows we chose. I’ll walk every road this feeling knows, hand in hand, with mud on your nose. Still laughing… Still running… Still you — with mud on your nose.