November -Sakert!
Written by ：Annika Norlin/Henrik Oja
Is this all there is
I aim the question to you all
But you have not answered this
You're working nine to five you ache from inside
And you're tired have coffee then you're tired again
And it's the small victories a ballpoint pen that's new
The feeling of cold and how it never broke through
A scornful smile that never came
Someone new walks past you and doesn't look away
Let's travel to another continent
Help out at a hospital whatever there's to do
Our heads feels like we do and something
Make up for every time we never did anything
What good would I be dizzy at the sight of blood
I would take a notepad and lie still useless in my mind
I guess I would be useless wherever I would be
I aim that to you all and I heard no one disagree