March 2013
Ikväll så är vi hjältar, staden är vår. Vi gör saker som man inte får, Tillsammans kan vi gå mot rött.
I can't handle the pain This life is so hollow And I can't make the rain To drown my own sorrow And I can't stand this life When you are my poison I'm cut by a knife Of your devotion
I'm at the edge of the world Where do I go from here? Do I disappear? Edge of the world Should I sink or swim? Or simply disappear?