This Crooked Wood
Little Matador
Never needed a reason I never did Lost in the moment Losing control Taken the best of me I almost give in I choke Words all caught in my throat It´s in my head again I can´t kill it Give a reason Why I shouldn´t go I´ve been a fool I was wrong I was dreaming Believed I have changed I thought and thought Still I can´t explain It´s in my head again I can´t kill it Trying to make my way home In the dark and alone This crooked wood Runs on and on It´s in my head again I can´t kill it