Uneasy
The other side's a song of comfort, as you said
And now I'm singing you to sleep
You say it's not my job to handle this again, but it kind of is
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to it, as I say
Other options would be worse
So here I am, drawing cartoons to help me think
I get up, I'm being told to leave
Why, I don't know, and it's making me uneasy
Did my best, all though it comes to show
That I was wrong, and it's making me uneasy
This is making me uneasy
Pale as your disguise, you proved me wrong
With your silent eyes you tried to speak
Like a little child you cried at me
And now I know
I get up, I'm being told to leave
Why, I don't know, and it's making me uneasy
Did my best, all though it comes to show
That I was wrong, and it's making me uneasy
This is making me uneasy
Autor(es): Erlend Mokkelbost, Jakob Bechmann, Magnus Bechmann
