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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Those Dancing Days
Those Dancing Days
Performer
Linnea Jönsson
Linnea Jönsson
Vocals
Rebecka Rolfart
Rebecka Rolfart
Guitar
Mimmi Evrell
Mimmi Evrell
Bass
Cissi Efraimsson
Cissi Efraimsson
Drums
Lisa Pyk Wirström
Lisa Pyk Wirström
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Linnea Jönsson
Linnea Jönsson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Patrik Berger
Patrik Berger
Producer
Per Gunnerfeldt
Per Gunnerfeldt
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

If I lived under a stone in a forest of love Could I survive or would I die Fighting the evil, the ghosts and the stars The cold and the dark Would it become my home with needles for a bed Stone for a home But nowhere to park my car Or would I leave the engine running In case it would go too far The moon is sleeping and I am lost The ground is leaning and I'm falling off Feathers of eagle, come lift me up Carry me home to the cold stone of love The moon is sleeping and I am lost The ground is leaning and I'm falling off Feathers of eagle, come lift me up Carry me home to the cold stone of love If I lived in a tree in a forest of love Could I stay put or would I fall Breaking my body, my bones and my heart My brain and my thoughts Would the hungry tree become my home With leaves as a pillow, tree for a home But no friends at all Or would it eat it all including me And leave me to starve The wind is blowing and I'm swept off my feet Lifted above the trees and it's oh so sweet Drops of purest water, pour me back down Wash me home to the hungry tree of love The wind is blowing and I'm swept off my feet Lifted above the trees and it's oh so sweet Drops of purest water, pour me back down Wash me home to the hungry tree of love The Moon is sleeping and I'm lost The ground is leaning and I'm falling off Feathers of eagle, come lift me up Carry me home to the cold of stone The wind is blowing and I'm swept off my feet Lifted above the trees and it's oh so sweet Drops of purest water, pour me back down Wash me home to the hungry tree of love The wind is blowing and I'm swept off my feet Lifted above the trees and it's oh so sweet Drops of purest water, pour me back down Wash me home to the forest of love
Writer(s): Rebecka Ida Maria Rolfart, Cecilia Maria Efraimsson, Lisa Marianne Wirstroem, Mimmi Ebba Marianne Evrell, Linnea Ida Emma Joensson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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