Marit Larsen - October Month - Sözleri

I'm surrounded by walls

They grow closer when I sleep

And the ceiling falls

When I try to stand up on my feet

I'm looking for doors

They disappear when I breathe

There are plenty of floors

But they can't hold me

How hard can it be?

Must all sweet things go sour?

Do all adevntures have an end

Every waking hour

I long to bring him back again

In a crowded room

I make believe I'm somewhere bound

Wear my best perfume

Fooling everyone around

I'm not what I seem

I'm as under a spell

Watching and no-one can tell

Had I only known

That these walls are just my own










		
			



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