Share My Thunder
Deep inside forever, where this moment is a dream
I listen for the voice, of my favorite memory
We are bathing in the sunlight, of the thousand summerdays
Floating on a phone call, through the darkened money days
I'm sleeping on Your couch, like an old dog with no teeth
My surface tells You nothing, my wings are underneath
I'm melting in Your kitchen, like butter on Your bread
Dying on the crossroads, with the skeletons on lead
The light turned red, the lights turn green
I listen for the voice, of my favorite memory
We are bathing in the sunlight, of the thousand summerdays
Floating on a phone call, through the darkened money days
I'm sleeping on Your couch, like an old dog with no teeth
My surface tells You nothing, my wings are underneath
I'm melting in Your kitchen, like butter on Your bread
Dying on the crossroads, with the skeletons on lead
The light turned red, the lights turn green
Credits
Writer(s): Martin Petersen, Morten Koeie, Anders Moller, Silas Bjerregaard, Anders Stig Moeller, Martin Oehlers Petersen
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