| Hello | |
| Can anyone find me now? | |
| Well I don't think so | |
| And man, | |
| If you would really wanna hurt me you did it now | |
| Oooohhh | |
| I can take alot, but I just about had enough | |
| You should see me now | |
| Tryin' to remember the warmth from her fathers hands | |
| (aaahhh aaahhh ahhhh) | |
| But now its all about you coming home from the track | |
| All she cant think of is you... not looking back | |
| The billboards of the moon light alot better then she thought they would | |
| Now I know she can't take it anymore | |
| Her feelings still grow here without you | |
| But she can still feel your blows talking to herself now | |
| With your brown turtleneck sweather | |
| Just to spite the world | |
| like a living room collision | |
| on swedish television some time ago.. | |
| But now its all about you coming home from the track. | |
| All she can think of is you.. not looking back | |
| The billboards of the moon light alot better then she thought They Would | |
| Trying to remember the warmth of a fathers hand | |
| but now its all about you coming home from the track. | |
| all she can think of is you.. not looking back | |
| trying to remember the warmth of a fathers hand | |
| Now I knows she can't take it anymore |