You pay women to dance, while your love is at home.
Two Viking babies asking when daddy is coming home.
How familiar is my name,
For daddy’s the one to blame...
Your ice cold look is really just a new flame.
I want to be rain.
Unable to feel pain.
The sea is my mother,
She has time to sit and ponder,
You cut not only my head, but also my hand.
I’ll never be able to fully grasp love again.
My hair is bone, my eyes bleed.
My hand is empty, I was killed in threes.
I’m learning new tricks.
I’m practicing new trades.
It doesn’t mean a thing, because your memory still remains.