Hunger
Wise men say: Fool, keep it together
But I can´t help losing my mind
Once in a while
Rushing in and out
There´s an ache in my bones
There´s a hunger that grows
That the wise men know nothing about
Wise men say: Fool, sit. Stay.
But I can´t help scratching my itch
Is it a sin claiming my own skin?
There´s an ache in my bones
There´s a hunger that grows
That the wise men know nothing about
There´s an ache in my bones
There´s a hunger that grows
That the wise men know nothing about
There´s an ache in my bones
There´s a hunger that grows
That the wise men know nothing about
That the wise men know nothing about
That the wise men know nothing about
Autor(es): Annika Åman, Julia Åman
