Stockholm - Rebecca & Fiona

We moved to Stockholm, got your arms all marked

The leaves were falling and you bought a car

The words you said to make me feel all right

A plastic bag on my head so tight

Like a fever I tell you how

The victim said with his voice so loud

A hand of crystals and a house of cards

We will be happy after all

When fire feels colder

I still be your solider

When the battle is over

I still be your solider

We, keep falling on your demand

When I run, I’m running right where you stand

Solider