Music: Erika Angell & Simon Angell
Lyrics: Erika Angell
How my skin crawls right off me
How my limbs wind like restless children
When you reach for me
When you reach for me
How every thought runs for shelter
How every word fades in heavy silence
When you seek for them
When you seek for them
Oh how easily they break
Just like branches snap in violation
And we canʼt turn back
And we canʼt turn back
In this deadlock,
where weʼve ended up,
thereʼs no place for giving up
In this deadlock,
where weʼve ended up,
thereʼs no place for small talk or tenderness.
In the bitter cold
we are holding lines in the muddy trenches,
with our white flags down.
How you push through my fences
How I constantly keep mending every hole
When you want it all
When you want it all
How our blood made one river
How my pulse once followed every throb of yours
And now you want it back
And now you want it back
Oh how desperately they try
to push you back into the womb you
came from.
But thereʼs no way back.
In this deadlock,
where weʼve ended up,
thereʼs no place for giving up.
In this deadlock,
where weʼve ended up,
thereʼs no place for small talk or tenderness.
In the bitter cold
we are holding lines in the muddy trenches.
With our white flags down
but with our hope held high.
A prayer deep inside
that one of us will break down
and rise up from the ground
with a new and clean and free mind,
ready to throw aside
whatʼs old and long forgotten.
To end those old times and lift the white flag high.

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