In which we made sure no one got hurt.What is it that you do?
You gotta get back up yourself.
We know so much.
So much we do.No answer.In a word,
You were told
That it'd fix your shaky home.
And what got made
Was broken, too.Just a field with you,
Switching seats with you,
Tears us apart.
I don't want it to.Some peculiar fix,
The two of us.
Counting us out,
I don't want it to.Overnight, turned all grey.What is it that you do?
You gotta get back up yourself.
We know so much,
So much we do.No answer.In a word
You were told,
That it'd fix your shaky home.
And what got made
Was broken, too.Just a field with you,
Switching seats with you,
Tears us apart.
I don't want it to.Some peculiar fix,
The two of us.
Counting us out,
I don't want it to.Just a creed with you,
Switching seats with you
Tears us apart.
I don't want it to.What are we going to do?
I'd really like it if you
Turn out the lights as we planned.
It's gonna hurt when we land.
I don't want it to.Why did you go?
Lots of different reasons,
So many, you can't even count.
You think it's right,
Jumping off the see-saw.
Or did you just want it to be?Why did you go?
Lots of different reasons,
So many, you can't even count.
You think it's right,
Jumping off the see-saw.
Or did you just want it to be?
Songwriters
SILAS UTKE GRAAE JOERGENSEN, JONAS BJERRE TERKELSBOEL, BO RUNE MADSENPublished by
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