Love, you're getting lazy. You're forgettin' to give me. Sweet sugar words that I wanna hear. You've been neglectin' me. You know jealously, it is a bitter as a green spring berry.
Mon du kommer hjem?. Timerne er lange - selvom de er små. og når jeg tænker frem. blir jeg ofte bange for alt det jeg skal nå. . "snart dages det brødre".
I like his smile. But I see the devil in his eyes. He talk the talk. And I can read the between the lines. I like the way he feels. When he holds me in his arms.
Do you remember? You were my anchor. When I fell you held me up. And made me strong. Left a note by the coffee maker. Turns out you faked it all along.
My strength is sapped. And I'm closing my eyes. Nothing to wrestle with but my old times. I'm closing my eyes. . It's my place and. Think I can make it on my own.
Thought you'd given me. A special present. A thing to have and. Hold and keep forever. . When the smoke had cleared. The thing you left there. Wasn't a gift at all, you tricked me.
My name is dead. My thoughts are dead. My name is dead. My thoughts are dead. . I tried to find. A goldmine but it was hidden. In the song of Solomon.
The sight of you. The sight of you. Makes me feel blue. Makes me feel blue. . The things you said. The things you said. Make me feel bad. My heart is sad.
Climb inside your mind and hide. Throw the keys away. No one could ever know. The pain you're going through. But I'll remember you. Yes, I'll remember.
How many times. Have I seen that look upon your face?. I need to know exactly. Where it is you go. Then I watch it wash all over you. Then I let it rush all over me.
Truth is the ultimate reason. Lying is why this begins. Run from the words of deceivers. The danger is spread from within. Watching the hour glass empty.
Your body's cold, you're on the bed. I'm the only one who knows you're there. I'm reeling in that silver line. The cord that brings you back in time. .
[L.M. Jenssen / E. Brox]. . When I was down, you were up. never feeling the pain at all. When you were down, you kept shut. all the doors that made you small.
When I was down, you were up. never feeling the pain at all. When you were down, you kept shut. all the doors that made you small. . Held your hand. thinking I was quite the man.
The hour of souls is the night by your side. the whisper of angels, your breath. I sleep behind the moon. with your slender hand in mine. . The ceiling is gone.
Turn your head and face the hole. from where the white illutions shine. Cast a glance upon the mole. which taints the skin so pure, so fine. The garden hangs inside a room.
It's under shirt sleeves. Bare shoulders and now. Tattoos of the things we love the most. And it's retold with amazing success. And it seems so brave but it's just a sucker punch.
Thanks for calling Mister Michael. But he's not feeling well. His back is aching, heart is breaking. You've reached a private hell. I choose to be alone, embracing my defeat.
There must be something about me. That makes you stare. There must be something inside me. That makes you scared. There must be something you see. That I can't see, and it's all over me.
You must understand some mountains. Are made to clim, not just to admire. You must be able to look inside. And perhaps cry. . Someday you'll find your will.