Lyrics
They can call me if they want to, but i ll be gone
From a borrowed room with a borrowed view, i m making borrowed noises Signe, giving her my borrowed piece of mind
From a second-hand poem and a worn-out boot, whistling along to my every word, i m making borrowed noises
tick tock ticking away
Outside the clock is ticking, like shot romances
I m giving her my freedom, there s a man with a gun and a cord of wood
Knowing she will fly like a broken bird, there s a man with a gun and a cord of wood
And wanting me a piece of sisterhood, and wanting me a piece of sisterhood, they can call me if they want to
And forgotten dances, in a used-up suit
Knowing she will fly like a broken bird, everything s worth giving chances, knowing she will fly like a broken bird
counting down the hours
Where did i land, everything s worth giving chances
will be there to show where i don t belong
knowing she will fly like a broken bird
and some experience
Outside the clock is ticking, like shot romances, in a used-up suit
But i ll be gone, my footprints and my shadows
Counting down the hours, whistling along to my every word, where did i land
and some experience
She s giving me her fingers, they can call me if they want to
here in a borrowed house
I m borrowing her time, knowing she will fly like a broken bird, outside the clock is ticking
Where did we land, and wanting me a piece of sisterhood
Where did we land, with a borrowed door in a borrowed street Signe, in a used-up suit
From a borrowed room with a borrowed view, will be there to show where i don t belong
she s giving me her fingers
From a second-hand poem and a worn-out boot, from a second-hand poem and a worn-out boot
Knowing she will fly like a broken bird, knowing she will fly like a broken bird, she s giving me her fingers
but i ll be gone
But i m dancing under streetlights, but i m dancing under streetlights
Where did it go, where did it go
I m making borrowed noises, and wanting me a piece of sisterhood, they can call me if they want to
I m making borrowed noises, giving her my borrowed piece of mind
Everything s worth giving chances, like shot romances
there s a man with a gun and a cord of wood
I m borrowing a line, i m making borrowed noises
giving her my borrowed piece of mind
Like shot romances, everything s worth giving chances, from a well-used life
Giving her my borrowed piece of mind, and some experience, everything s worth giving chances
Here in a borrowed house, and forgotten dances, where did it go
Here in a borrowed house, tick tock ticking away, she s giving me her fingers
Where did it go, where did i land
My footprints and my shadows, where did i land Song, i m making borrowed noises
will be there to show where i don t belong
and wanting me a piece of sisterhood
She s giving me her fingers, and some experience Borrowed, giving her my borrowed piece of mind
And forgotten dances, will be there to show where i don t belong, and forgotten dances
i watch my borrowed neighbours
Where did i land, where did it go, here in a borrowed house
in a used-up suit
giving her my borrowed piece of mind
i m making borrowed noises
My footprints and my shadows, i watch my borrowed neighbours Tollefsen, i m giving her my freedom