Stockholm - Atlas Genius

Won a moment, lost the bet

Saw a mountain, went to bed

Paid a ransom for a ghost

For the thing I want the most

So I left to find a home

For a place to call my own

Even if you think we’re not

We’re close to close in love

It’s an end to end the start

We’re moving from the ground floor

Rising tide

Push us out more

How we climb

As the water’s pouring in

Like it always should have been

We can crawl or we can run

Towards the sun

Take it all, I’ll keep the rest

Burn the wheels and pound your chest

In the days before the cold

All the houses oversold

It’s an end to end the start

We’re moving from the ground floor

Rising tide

Push us out more

How we climb

As the water’s pouring in

Like it always should have been

We can crawl or we can run

Towards the sun

And although we just begun

We can go until we’ve won

We can crawl or we can run

Towards the sun