The Fly

Broken glass, the day I couldn't find your color
Signs of mice, the times to get to know myself, I'm

Out of myself
Out of myself
Out of myself

Can it be, can it be your eyes who live inside my blood dream
Can it be, can it be the fly that died inside my bloodstream
Can it be, can it be my eyes who live inside your blood dream
Can it be, can it be the fly that died inside my bloodstream

Broken hands, the day I wouldn't come here so loft
Oak in sand, my roots are food in rain to say I am

Can it be, can it be your eyes who live inside my blood dream
Can it be, can it be the fly that died inside my bloodstream
Can it be, can it be my eyes who live inside your blood dream
Can it be, can it be the fly that died inside my bloodstream

Can it be, can it be your eyes who live inside my blood dream
Can it be, can it be the fly that died inside my bloodstream

Can it be, can it be your eyes who live inside my blood dream
Can it be, can it be the fly that died inside my bloodstream
Can it be, can it be my eyes who live inside your blood dream
Can it be, can it be the fly that died inside my bloodstream

Out of myself
Out of myself
Out of myself



Credits
Writer(s): Hans Olav Settem, Max Peder Brekke, Anders Sovik Hjelden
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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