Ane Brun Morning
woke up this morning
lit a cigarette
I could still here your snoring
see your silhouette
I have to go my baby
I have to leave you now
my head is spinning heavily
I have to go now
barefoot on your soft floor
smoke rings in the air
my image in the mirror
whisper and I stare
I have to go now baby
I have to leave you now
my head is spinning heavily
I have to go now
