Sorg er ikke linjert.
Når A var sønnene knust,
så følte jeg meg.
Long
to see you walk through that door.
So much I can't take it anymore.
Walk off, crawling across the floor.
You know it's you I'm waiting for.
I want to see you walk through the door.
It's funny how I'm just like how you were, poor.
You beg me to stand while I sit on the floor.
Say it again,
so I know that I'm sure.
Stick together, we're supposed to be.
Stick together, we're supposed to be.
Stick together, we're supposed to be.
Stick together, we're supposed to be.
Stick it up,
stick it up, stick it up.
Long
to see you walk through that door.
So much I can't take it anymore.
Walk off,
crawling across the floor.
You know it's you I'm waiting for.
And I want to see you walk through that door.
It's funny how I'm just like how you were, poor.
You beg me to stand while I sit on the floor.
Say it again,
so I know that I'm sure.
Stick together, we're supposed to be.
Stick together, we're supposed to be.
Stick together, we're supposed to be.
Stoke skulli, Haveras kontakt
Vi spiser og
bar vi spiser