Distant Lights

Loney, Dear

Compositor: Emil Svanängen

Nights, almost endless I try to look back. But not too far, just enough to change, what I didn't do. Lights, so many days will pass me by, come on and say what I never hear, what I never do. Mouth, tongue, I try to say, what I think is real, what I think will do. The change, that turned me out of this. Now I try to hold your hand but I fail. I try to say what I think is real, but I never do, no I never do

I try to say, what I think is real, what I think will do. The change, that turned me out of this.
Rise, come on and rise for me. Come on and say that I never do, that I never do. That I never do.