Fint
The night has come again
It helps to clear your head
If you are cried out
You feel the wind blow
It helps to clear your head
If you are cried out
You feel the wind blow
The wind will change direction
And the sun will break soon
Don’t let those bastards reel you in
Cause they would only win
Don’t let them fill your heart with sin
Cause they would only win, they would only win
It’s only a game
People are plain
It might go their way
And you might stay up so late
But you might break their chain
Don’t let those bastards reel you in
Cause they would only win
Don’t let them fill your heart with sin
Cause they would only win, they would only win
Cause they would only win
Don’t let them fill your heart with sin
Cause they would only win, they would only win
För mina tankar, det är ju min verklighet
Jag som trodde jag blivit bättre på att sätta ord på mina känslor. Det har jag nog också. Men tänk att man kan ha så fel, fastän man tycker att man har så rätt. Fast klart det är så. Man lever ju i sin egen verklighet.
