Norwegian Folklore© F. Benjaminsen
My days have wings but I wont let them fly away
Into the night I want to live out every dream
Let me peel, peel them on my fingertips fingertips
The morning comes, I've been drifting in the streets all night
I take the first step into the rest of this life
I must be good and hold on to the ones at home
hold on to the ones at home the ones at home
My days have wings but I wont let them fly away
Into the night I want to live out every dream
Let me peel, peel them on my fingertips fingertips