Same Kind - Rebekka Bakken

Who’s this someone sitting next to me in this house

With the same kind of cup in his hands like me

Here we are again

Drinking each others lack of confidence

Not realizing we were never meant

Collecting this kind of porcelain for years

It’s all unspoken, well we never had the words

Sweet silence, bitter turned

I’m looking down into my silver spoon

The only mirror that is in this room

The silence keeps us both alive

That’s what we like to think at night

Before we try to close our eyes

Who’s this someone laying next to me at night

With the same kind of shade in his eyes like me

Here we are again

Drinking each others lack of confidence

Not realizing we were never meant

Sweet silence bitter turned

I’m looking down into my silver spoon

The only mirror that is in this room

The silence keeps us both alive

That’s what we like to think at night

Before we try to close our eyes

Sweet silence bitter turned

I’m looking down into my silver spoon

The only mirror that is in this room