Steenah Line

Pulling fingers out of my bedsheets again
I'm seeing things that I'll never understand
Cold sweats do mend me to the bed like glue
Steenah Line baby what should we do?

Smelling coffee-stained bourbon derailed brain
I could have sworn I heard that voice again
Snow and sunlight stains the rooftops out the window
I'm going places that I've never been oh no

I don't believe in shooting stars
And I don't care about my heart
I've led my life to no good start
And it won't matter when I depart no

Light breaks in through the curtains
It's nighttime now I'm certain
Confusing Abbreviations
I'm seeing I am patient

Fingers pulling at the bedsheets again
I'm seeing things that just makes sense
Warm and sweaty I am really tired
Boats are flying and I am Hired



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Writer(s): Albert Ingvarsson
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