That’s me right there on the corner
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Listening to Wu in my Walkman
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Neon lights at the water, reflecting the city I’m lost in
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That’s me right there on the corner
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I one day would be leaving
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For a dream that I didn’t have
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That I’d one day would believe in
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Strange how the same place I ran from
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Is the same place I think of whenever the chance comes
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It’s inevitable, ‘cause wherever I go…
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I hear echoes of a thousand screams
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As I lay me down to sleep
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There’s a black hole deep inside of me
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Reminding me, that I’ve lost my backbone
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Somewhere in Stockholm
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I lost my backbone, somewhere in Stockholm
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I’m from a place where we never openly show our emotions
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We drown our sorrows in bottomless bottles
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And leave them to float in the ocean
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I’m from a place where we never
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Separate people from people
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Some generalize, but in general I
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Still believe that we are treated as equals
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My father, my mother, my sister
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My brother, my friends and my family’s there
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My hope and my money, my innocence in a sense
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Almost lost everything here
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Right where I was founded
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Is right where I’ll be found dead
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The streets of my backbone, until I get back home
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I hear echoes of a thousand screams
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As I lay me down to sleep
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There’s a black hole deep inside of me
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Reminding me, that I’ve lost my backbone
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Somewhere in Stockholm
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I lost my backbone, somewhere in Stockholm
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I’m not alone, I am the fire that burns
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Not of the city but out of the 'burbs
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A river that’s just dying of thirst
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I am a reverend lying in church
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A crack in the pattern, a miracle waiting to happen
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A promise that never was kept
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One of those moments you’ll never forget
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I am that feeling inside
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The one we all know but can’t really describe
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I am the blood spill, but I’m in love still
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Somewhere in Stockholm
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But I’m not alone
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Don’t have to get by on my own
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I’m finally home
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Hemma i Stockholm
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Där jag hör hemma
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I hear echoes of a thousand screams
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As I lay me down to sleep
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There’s a black hole deep inside of me
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Reminding me, that I’ve lost my backbone
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Somewhere in Stockholm
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I lost my backbone, somewhere in Stockholm |