But I keep myself together
As I make way through this crowd
For if I would breathe out
I would sweep everyone of there high, high heels
Now wont you please use me for my soul is grand
Let's forget about tomorrow and the price upon my head
Over us the moon surrounded with stars
Stand out so young, so fresh and modern
Next to the fading glory of all things living
It's what comes in between
My love I'm afraid we belong to the latter
Destined to dwell in the midst of all matter
And nights are like oceans
Fortune and fame come and go with the tide
As there's virtue and vice
And love and denial and regret
Over us the moon surrounded with stars
Stand out so young, so fresh and modern
Next to the fading glory of all things living More from Frida Hyvönen