Vídeo de música
Top de canções de Annika Norlin
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Annika Norlin
Vocals
Andreas Söderlund
Piano
Nils Berg
Flute
Kalle Erkenborn
Drums
Gabriel Von Essen
Bass
Thomas de Paula Eby
Shaker
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Annika Norlin
Composer
Andreas Söderlund
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Annika Norlin
Co-Producer
HYENA
Producer
Hans Olsson
Mastering Engineer
Letra
In the late hour of the August night, I go to the woods
I run deep down into the caves I usually try to avoid
I think about my life and everything I've done that was wrong
I hit myself with my own hand until bleeding comes
I trip on roots, fall into trees with branches cutting my face
I pound my head into rocks until I'm dizzy, and I say:
I told you many times not to get ideas about yourself
I told you many times not to be yourself
I sing:
Oh, my love! Oh, my love never understood
Oh, my love! Oh, my love thinks I'm in the sofa
But I am in the woods
The smallest bird flies to my shoulder, sings the tiniest song
I gaze right at the bird. You're wrong, I say and shoot her down
I think about my ways and why I limp where others run
I think about my caves and how I can't show them to anyone
I find a well, and down I whisper all my hopes and dreams.
I dig a hole, and down I whisper all my deepest fears.
I cover up with mud, secure the mud with heavy stones
I see a pine nourish from it, see it grow sad cones
Oh, my love! Oh, my love never understood
Oh, my love! Oh, my love thinks I'm in the kitchen
I scream back from the woods
Writer(s): Annika Norlin, Andreas Soderlund
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