Ricochet - Sondre Lerche

Wouldn’t be nice if we were close

Or pretending that the war could kill the ghost

Maybe I could operate

But I’m done that’s not breakin' news

You cannot turn the volume down as you choose

somewhere in the house across the sea maybe in a distant memory

Now and then you reappear out of nowhere

Like some ricochet, now you wait against the curtain

…underneath the sea

… spite my memory

Hard to make believe nothing means anything to me.

We.

in the patria

Un a tattooed thrown with a broken hearth

Follow home.

You have to demand your rights but you’ll never win if you try.

But in some corridor flickers a poor stubborn.

I can put it all or burn it down

Can I turn this shepherd.

Almost empty …

Hard to make believe nothing means anything to me.