Without you © 2017 Bo Norlund, Peter Noblin, Lars Persson
Without you
I run, run, run, I run the field
I’m Usain Bolt on magic pills
I’ve left the room of fuzzy dreams, and imprecise uncertainties
I’ve burned the bridges, I’ve turned off the switches
I saw a star fall, but I didn’t make any wishes
But I know that there ‘s somewhere, somehow, someone, something’s waiting for me
And I hope that in a strange parallel universe we…
I don’t know – No. I don’t know what
I don’t know when, I don’t know how
You said So. You said Go
You said I should know. I don’t
Everything is so obvious; everything is crystal clear
To you it’s navigation; to me it’s this and that, both here and there
But I know that somewhere, somehow, someone, something’s waiting for me
and I hope that in a strange parallel universe we…
I know, I know. It sounds strange now. It might be better to move on
I’m dying, I’m dying without you
I’m dying without you
I’m not hiding for sometimes, I’m not running from when
I’m afraid to go back and I don’t know what’s ahead
There are walls of secrets. Chains of unsaids
bars casting shadows on a grudge still unfed
But I know that somewhere, somehow, someone, something’s waiting for me
and I hope that in a strange parallel universe we…
I know, I know it sounds strange now. It might be better to move on
I’m dying, I’m dying without you
I’m dying without you