Jarle Skavhellen piosenki

Talk to me. Tell me all the tools you need. To put me back together again. Oh, I don't think you can. Sweet morphine. Sweet relief. Harass me until they bury me. I don't mind it's time for me to leave. It's time that I let go. Mmm... I'm coming home...

[Verse 1] Cast aside, time has passed us by And I can't decide, what comes after twenty-nine I messed up again, lost another friend Straight through my hands, collapsing castles made of sand [Chorus] We were the rebels on our street Thumbing our noses...

If you poke My glass eye I'll be the ghost In your smile I'll be the black tooth In your Hollywood grin I'm a mosquito On your lips saying grace You know you Want it bad Driven by lust And whatever's left of motor skills I can't make out [?] sayi...