Lyrics

I try so hard not to fail
My wheels unbalance on the tracks I get derailed
All those hearts and souls I hold
I’m way too young to feel this old
I see their faces when I try to go to sleep
I recognize their voices in the crowded streets
Shapes of dreams like silhouettes on the city skyline I see them play
At the end of the pier where the waves hit the bay
The seagulls cry but everything else is far away
All those hearts and souls I hold
I’m way too young to feel this old
I see their faces when I try to go to sleep
I recognize their voices in the crowded streets
Shapes of dreams like silhouettes by the city skyline I see them play
Written by: Ane Brun, Irya Gmeyner, Martin Hederos
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