you have been thinking
everything that has been said about me
you can belive
everything you have heard about me
you can
ask questions about the truth
is there one, or is there a thousand?
answer, straight from the heart now,
i can live without your pity
if this is supposed to be everything we had time for,
then hold me hard,
hold me, my love, now.
Stockholm wakes up slowly
on drugs, and on sorrow
the snow gives off its innocence, to the entire Kings Island Square.
it feels just like when i came here, way back in 93
a pathetic row of footprints
an unknown continent
let go, please loosen your grip now
i can stand, walk, or crawl away from here
if this is everything we are going to have time for, then hold me hard, my loved one, now
city wakes up slowly, and i am drunk again
the snow gives off its innocence, so all the bullshit just "feels"
it feels like when i came here, way back in 93
a pathetic row of footprints
a never-ending continent
stockholm wakes up slowly and i am drunk again
the snow gives of its innocence this the entire Kings Island
and it feels like when we came here
to the land of opportunity
you can follow my tracks home
Columbus was my name
I like this song to :)
you have been thinking everything that has been said about me you can belive everything you have heard about me you can ask questions about the truth is there one, or is there a thousand? answer, straight from the heart now, i can live without your pity if this is supposed to be everything we had time for, then hold me hard, hold me, my love, now.
Stockholm wakes up slowly on drugs, and on sorrow the snow gives off its innocence, to the entire Kings Island Square. it feels just like when i came here, way back in 93 a pathetic row of footprints an unknown continent
let go, please loosen your grip now i can stand, walk, or crawl away from here if this is everything we are going to have time for, then hold me hard, my loved one, now
city wakes up slowly, and i am drunk again the snow gives off its innocence, so all the bullshit just "feels" it feels like when i came here, way back in 93 a pathetic row of footprints a never-ending continent
stockholm wakes up slowly and i am drunk again the snow gives of its innocence this the entire Kings Island and it feels like when we came here to the land of opportunity you can follow my tracks home Columbus was my name