Time Machine
I want to build a time machine
Go somewhere pretty
And I'd like to be a different kind of person
Someone with decency
We used to live in different homes
Fading away slowly
Now that I live in this dirty apartment
Painted in blue-ish green
Can't believe
Finally
This is what I'm looking for
I need to build a time machine
Go somewhere distant
I made a mess
And now I'm feeling naked
Once again, pretty please
Can't believe
Finally
This is what I'm looking for
Autor(es): Magnus Bechmann
