Henrik Skanfors Silver Screen Lids
Didn't really get what I wanted
Grasping for the next best thing
Touching her visage, my eyes still closed
Your face on the silver screen lids
There's no faith in this heart, I pretend
'cause it's too late to start, to end
Could've, should've stayed but I floated off
Into the unknown, the unbeaten path
Didn't really know what I wanted
But your face is on my silver screen lids
There's no faith...
There's no faith in this heart, why pretend?
'cause it's too late to start, to end
