Will you come for me
In the morning
When all is well
Oh we share the bad times
Do you not think we should share the good times
As well
I cut off a piece of the sky and call it heaven
And call that heaven
And the burried land beneath it
We call that hell
How could it be that definitions
Aren't always so clear
So why don't you walk right over here
Let me just slightly kiss your ear
Cause hell does not become you
And heaven always lightly passes through here
So will you come for me
Tomorrow or any day
When all is new
Or do you still see the days
Walk in giant circles
Around you
Oh in this very room
We stay up late and talk
We sell medication
It can make you sad and
(?)
All this talk of medication
Oh me I'm getting ready
To carry you
Writer(s): Robert Buraas, Sivert Hoeyem, Jon Lauvland Pettersen, Frode Jacobsen
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