Moskstraumen

Another path marked off
Another step to take to make it out of this mess
I find it hard to be
The man that I was set out to be
Hidden south of the mountain
I see that it's all wrong
I see that it's all wrong
I can hear the trumpets sound
As I replace the words I once sang out of my mouth
But the trees have fled and died
Leaving for the white to guide me home
I see that it's all wrong
I see that it's all wrong
I refuse to stay in between
I am not a current disrupting the sea
I am not the separation of you and me
Just lift your head
Just stay alive
I am not a current disrupting the sea
I am not the separation of you and me
What a better way to hate
To hate a man for all he has, for all he has to give to you
But I don't care if I, if I see the light, if I see the light I'll just close my eyes
I am a spitting image of what I’ve always feared
A tattered tone marked a milestone this year
And If I were to become a foreign room
I'd only wish to have something real to hold onto
I'd hope you know, I’d hope you know
This change is permanent, a new form to remain unmoved