Isn't there a place to hide anymore
isn't there a lock on this door
isn't there time to kill
like way back when
weren't we happier then
Now the wind is high
and it howls through my eyes
in my head I see endless skies
Isn't there anything that I can say
to make you go away
isn't there time to kill
like way back when
weren't we happier then.
Kesang Marstrand
Kesang Marstrand
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