Lonely Is The Heart - Josefine Cronholm

Sitting on a bench in a park in the world

a young boy puts a stone in the palm of my hand

see how it glows he says, finer then gold

and truer then some of the stories I´ve been told

In the city alarm in the beat of my heart

somewhere I hear your voices they speak to me

´bout the riddles in the wind, and how it all begin

´bout the search for love before we go

for a reason we don´t know

Lonely is the heart and weary is the frosen winter

secret is the wind that carries all the falling leaves

lonely is the heart and weary is the frosen winter

time´s a thief while everything fades away

I want to belong to the living, not walk with the dead

wanna hear the childrens laughter, need something to belive in

wanna see the cherry blossom, see how they riding in the wind

need the heat of your body, need to be close to you

need to be loved by you

Lonely is the heart and weary is the frosen winter

secret is the wind that carries all the falling leaves

lonely is the heart and weary is the frosen winter

time´s a thief while everything fades away