(Skru ned.. heh heh..)
(Ease det litti grann [?].)
Ha!
And...
Was that somebody screaming...
It wasn't me for sure
I lift my head up from uneasy pillows
Put my feet on the floor
Cut my wrist on a bad thought
And head for the door
Outside on the pavement
The dark makes no noise
I can feel the sweat on my lips
Leaking into my mouth
I'm stepping out for the steep hills
They're leaving me no
Choice
And see
As our lives are in the making
We believe
Through the lies and the hating
That love go...
For want of an option
I run the streams through
I dream pictures of houses burning
Never knowing nothing else to do
With death comes the morning
Unannounced and new
Was it too much to ask for
To pull a little weight
They forgive anything but greatness
These are scoundrel days
I'm close to calling out their names
As pride hits my face
And see
As our lives are in the making
We believe through their lies and the hating
That love goes free...
Oh it only ever happens to me once
Doesn't come again
I think somebody's lost me here
Afraid and lonely
A long time ago
Reach the edge of town
I've got blood in my hair
Their hands touch my body
From everywhere
But I know that I've made it
As I run into the air
(Organ Solo)
We believe
Through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
Through scoundrel days
And scoundrel days
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