I can hear it on the telephone
can't take it
I would be somebody else
if you could make a wish
It's sunday evening at south
and everybody knows where you're at
you would sell your soul
to stay there
Cry my dear
it's for the best
and "feel sorry for me now"
was the last thing you said
save some space for somebody else
and let it be empty
because when you see it bleeding
that's when you know it hurts
The empty words are the ones that stick
'cause I let them stay
but I've promised this time
that I'm going to give everything I say I've got
Maybe I'll stay here and write
even though I long to go away
och you want me to leave
but we never say anything
you try to nail me against the wall
but I never stand still
'cause I think that life has just begun
and it's gonna be what I want it to be
I know what you take
to stand your ground
when you've given everything
like They say you've done
when the last bus has gone
when we've said good night
when you've gone and come back home
and gone back again