Kings Of Convenience Renegade
I'm letting go to see if you hold on to me
I'm in doubt of what is thought and what is real
In our room between the shapes I thought I knew
A guillotine, a pillow, with feathers like snow.
I've come to listen post be on your lines
I'm all ears to gather clues and look for signs
But I can't hear the song you sing
While you try to suit
While I'm whispering
While the bombs are falling.
Go easy on me
I can't help what i'm doing
Go easy on me, ooh
I can't help what i'm doing.
Hello again I buried you where have you been
But renegade
You came back from the labyrinth
Oh like me you've looked for things that could be found
And the thread that guides through black times.
Go easy on me
I can't help what I'm doing
Go easy on me, ooh
I can't help what i'm doing.
When thoughts had outnumbered spoken words
In the early hours we failed
To establish who was hurt most.
