Woorden: Kings Of Convenience. Renegade.

I?m letting go
To see if you hold onto me
I?m in doubt of what is thought and what is real
In our room
Between the shapes I thought I knew
A guilty?
A pillow of feathers like snow

I?ve come to listening post be on your lines
I?m all ears to gather clues and look for signs
But I can?t hear the song you sing
While you try to soothe
Why are you whispering while the bombs are falling?
Go easy on me; I can?t help what I?m doing
Go easy on me; you can?t help what I?m doing

Hello again
Where did you, where have you been?
Oh renegade, you came back from the labirinth
You?re like me: you?ve looked for things that could be found and the threat
But guide though black times
Go easy on me; I can?t help what I?m doing
Go easy on me; you can?t help what I?m doing

other thoughts, out of number, spoken words
In the early hours we failed to establish
Who was hurt, lost.