Woorden: Carl Norèn. Other. The Anger.

The anger

The sheets are cold I?m fingering on

We carry on alone inside an empty bed

My head and thoughts are filled with clouds

Don?t talk so loud, whisper now

I get so tired of the anger and

the tears there are no stopping them

You better love me

I better love her

You better love him

We better love them (2x)

You?re on your way now aren't you babe

No need to say I?ll make it there someday I know I

Will you love me if I cry?

Will you say hi

The day I?ll die?

I get so tired of the anger and

the tears there are no stopping them

You better love me

I better love her

You better love him

We better love them