| Stop bringing it round' here I’m
|
| I’m turning the tables as I should
|
| And I don’t know what I want now
|
| I thought I gave my heart away for good
|
| In a blur in a tiny house in Stockholm
|
| I don’t know if you know
|
| But I’m just flesh and bone
|
| And I feel what I feel
|
| The remorse at my heels
|
| I don’t want to be your anchor
|
| We have both danced with cancer, right
|
| Stop bringing it round' here I’m
|
| I’m isolated and it feels good
|
| I think I know what we got here
|
| Somebody is tapping into
|
| A childhood in a boys' home in Broadie
|
| Where you’re lining up and thinking
|
| Wishing someone adopts me
|
| And I see, what it is
|
| You have grown, with a twist
|
| Pushing up towards the light
|
| Despite, everything
|
| So you crawl up to someone
|
| Who is loving, sends you blushing
|
| So who am I? |
| I’m a cop out
|
| I don’t deserve your concern
|
| I got so much to learn
|
| I don’t know what I want now
|
| I don’t know what I want now
|
| And I’m biting off my tongue
|
| With one foot in the resolve
|
| We are constantly
|
| Recycling the skins we shed off
|
| And I’m trying to stay pinned
|
| With my arms in the fall
|
| Swear you won’t hear a thing
|
| When I walk through your door
|
| Not a thing
|
| I’m not hanging from a halo
|
| I’d just like to catch a break you know
|
| I’m not hanging from a halo
|
| I’d just like to catch a break you know
|
| I’m not hanging from a halo
|
| I’d just like to catch a break you know
|
| I’m not hanging from a halo
|
| I’d just like to catch a break you know |