try to stop the train

To get used to pain

To get used to take the shit they're talking

And i can't explain

Whatever happened

I try to write it down on paper

And i don't know why you called me over

You said you tried to make me bitter

But i don't think you would do a thing like...

That's not your way of getting sober

Tell me more about your career

I'll give you compliments not telling how i lie



And suppose i don't have feelings for you

What good does that do

Anyway it's sad to say

And ignore that i'm not looking at you

And don't care what our friends say

Why do they bother anyway



And if you should be my savior

Would you take care of my wounds

Would you hold me and secure me in your womb



I'm the smallest lake

Fits in every city

Afraid the sun will dry me out

And i see lovers loving

And all the animals

Are drinking from my hand

Help's the sun to kill me



And though i don't have much to give you

I try to offer you

Whatever good i do

And what if i can't live without you

I'm not that good looking and bright

But you know i'd treat you right



And if you should be my savior

Would you take care of my wounds

Would you hold me and secure me in your womb



The city smiles

With all it's lights

Shadows what i've accomplished

Writer : JOHANSSON, FRANS ASTROM, KRISTOFER GUNNEFELDT, PELLE NORDMARK, PER
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group