REBECKA HÖRNQVIST

I'm longing for a place where freedom is.
And I wonder if my road soon will lead to that spot.

Some days, my mind is captured by thoughts of Life.
What is time?
Will I ever stop trying to grab that flying swallow?
What is money?
Will I ever look at it for what it really is, simply paper?

I want to be with u, out there we're I know u've fled.
To walk the streets u're marching on.
To breathe in the magic air that u are.
Yes, I know we're both better off alone now.
But still, I think I'm ur special secret too.

Time for bed.
I hope for angels to rock me to sleep.
And I pray that only sweet dreams will enter tonight.
At last I save a prayer for u my dear.