En fin låt

Inte depp eller något, den är bara fin. Eller hur? Ändå. Lite?


We stare at the sun, until it blinds us.
No room for responsibility,
We're too busy buying lies.
And this claustrophobia will choke us,
Every time we try.
I've developed a fear for
Everything, a fear for openness.

I slowly
Start to hope.

As the sky turns red,
As the snow melts in our hands.
Your tears will lead us in,
And keep us warm and safe again [x2]

And I will leave you
With just a word.
A word that literally describes everything.

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