Woorden: Blindside. A Thought Crushed My Mind. Nära (Close).

[In Swedish]
Hennes hjarta slog hardare for varje sekund
Skalet holl emot som aldrig forut
En vagran till var allt detta har sin grund
Skalet holl emot men stora bucklor buktar ut
Inte nu, kanske senare och aldrig forut
Som en blomma som aldrig slagit ut
Om en langtan som aldrig fott ett beslut
Om en langtan som aldrig tagit slut

Med fotterna sa langt under markytan
Och anda barare av ett rotlost hjarta
For svart att ta sig upp och anda veta
Att skonhet kommer ur smarta

Och jag onskar jag kunde dra dig upp darifran
Men ingen annan utom den ende kan
Och jag onskar jag kunde dra dig upp darifran
Min tunga kan aldrig kla i ord att min laga ar sann

Och jag ska aldrig mer vara radd att visa mig vek
Aldrig mer med hot forsoka bevisa min karlek

Sa lat dig traffas i hjartat lat det bloda
Om jag kunde skulle jag ta tillbaks de ord som var doda
Om hans liv fick bli din foda
Om ditt hjarta fick bloda
Forsok inte vinna tid
For jag ser ingenting av den varan
Trots att jag kommer att sta kvar dar jag ar

Vilket val du an tar
Star jag kvar

Mot mig vid fridsfurstens fotter
Jag har ingenting utom det som ar mina rotter
Mot mig pa kna framfor hans fotter


[In English]
Her heart was beating harder for every second
The shell was holding up like never before
A refusal to where all this has it's foundation
The shell hold up, but big dents bulge

Not now, maybe later and never before
Like a flower that never blossomed
About a longing that never given birth to a decision
About a longing that never ended

With the feet so far below the ground surface
And yet carrier of a rootless heart
Too hard to get up and still knowing
That beauty comes out of pain

And I wish I could pull you up from there
But no one else than The Only One can
And I wish I could pull you up from there
My tongue can never dress in words that my flame is true

And I shall never again be afraid of showing my weak self
Never again with threat try to prove my love

So let yourself get hit in the heart, let it bleed
If I could I would take back the words that were dead
If you could be fed through His life
If your heart would bleed
Whatever choice you make
I remain
Meet me at the feet of the Prince of Peace
I have nothing except what are my roots
Meet me on your knees before His feet