Outside, there are trees with concrete under their roots
But I have passed the tombs of kings
I have scoured the seas for miles
My fingertips opening, accepting my time
Tomorrow I will walk the streets
And steel myself for the familiar
Your eyes will not settle a hunger
You'd be happier in your grave
When we meet, share stories, you stretch me
[Verse 2]
For me, I'm your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
For me, I'm your shadow
Howling in the street
[Verse 3]
For me, I'm your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
Written by: Christian Bo Rande, Kirstine Stubbe Teglbjærg, Martinus A Thijs Ploegmakers, Randy Wieland, Scott Martingell, T. Ploegmakers, Tobias Wilner Bertram
