Song | Same Kind |
Artist | Rebekka Bakken |
Album | September |
Who’s this someone sitting next to me in this house | |
With the same kind of cup in his hands like me | |
Here we are again | |
Drinking each others lack of confidence | |
Not realizing we were never meant | |
Collecting this kind of porcelain for years | |
It’s all unspoken, well we never had the words | |
Sweet silence, bitter turned | |
I’m looking down into my silver spoon | |
The only mirror that is in this room | |
The silence keeps us both alive | |
That’s what we like to think at night | |
Before we try to close our eyes | |
Who’s this someone laying next to me at night | |
With the same kind of shade in his eyes like me | |
Here we are again | |
Drinking each others lack of confidence | |
Not realizing we were never meant | |
Sweet silence bitter turned | |
I’m looking down into my silver spoon | |
The only mirror that is in this room | |
The silence keeps us both alive | |
That’s what we like to think at night | |
Before we try to close our eyes | |
Sweet silence bitter turned | |
I’m looking down into my silver spoon | |
The only mirror that is in this room |
Who' s this someone sitting next to me in this house | |
With the same kind of cup in his hands like me | |
Here we are again | |
Drinking each others lack of confidence | |
Not realizing we were never meant | |
Collecting this kind of porcelain for years | |
It' s all unspoken, well we never had the words | |
Sweet silence, bitter turned | |
I' m looking down into my silver spoon | |
The only mirror that is in this room | |
The silence keeps us both alive | |
That' s what we like to think at night | |
Before we try to close our eyes | |
Who' s this someone laying next to me at night | |
With the same kind of shade in his eyes like me | |
Here we are again | |
Drinking each others lack of confidence | |
Not realizing we were never meant | |
Sweet silence bitter turned | |
I' m looking down into my silver spoon | |
The only mirror that is in this room | |
The silence keeps us both alive | |
That' s what we like to think at night | |
Before we try to close our eyes | |
Sweet silence bitter turned | |
I' m looking down into my silver spoon | |
The only mirror that is in this room |