Hybel - Frøkedal

All the moments I kind of lied

I only wanted to be true

Falling over, I realised

There’s no way of escaping you

Golden nights, shiver and shake

Early mornings, wide awake

All the moments I kind of lied

I only wanted to be true

We won’t grow up over night

I’ve seen the manic youth

In green and blue

Colours are surrounding you

Colours are surrounding you