January 2011
Fyll mig med luft igen Gör mig synlig Du får gärna avsky mig om det gör mig tydlig igen Om du vill röra mig igen Så måste jag vara i färg
Somewhere you lost all your friends You never had many How could you know what they meant? How do you wish this could end? Just let it all go And let the flies fight for Whatever is left of them Like