Christoffer Holmberg hall of fame

The lights went out and I'm starting to fall
The wind pushes around me into the dark hall
I whisper the words, let the reverb delay
Shimmering through the air, crumble down in decay
Spring, so damp, an echo through the trees
The church where you speak out in approbation from all of these
who wander with the tone, and the detain of heart
Who say something written and all over from the start
Lend me the warmth of your soul
I swear I give it back once I'm full
I'll throw away the shame
And take you to the hall of fame
There's people who choose to live by the words
There's people who choose to do it reversed
The spoken words wander by the tile
The signal cut off with a broken goodbye
Lend me the warmth of your soul
I swear I give it back once I'm full
I'll throw away the shame
And take you to the hall of fame
Aaaaah
Lend me the warmth of your soul
I swear I give it back once I'm full
I'll throw away the shame
And take you to the hall of fame