Lykke Li. Youth Novels. Hanging High. Zeneszám

Oh, thunder in my heart
These razors cutting sharp
And leaves me with an ever bleeding scar

So soft, so suddenly
So that I cannot breathe
I'm drawn into a circle painted black

Oh, I'm hanging high
Oh, won't you let me down?
Back where I started at
You know I'm a little lost

And when it hurts the most
I'll push a little more
I'm back where I started at
You know I'm a little lost

Like lightning in my heart
A kiss so burning hot
I'm hanging on a thread that's bound to drop

Like rain on open skies
Don't know the reason why
But I'll always choose the black in front of white

Oh, I'm hanging high
Oh, won't you let me down?
Back where I started at
You know I'm a little lost

And when it hurts the most
I'll push a little more
I'm back where I started at
You know I'm a little lost

Oh, I'm hanging high
Oh, won't you let me down?
Back where I started at

When it hurts the most
I'll push a little more
I'm back where I started at