57 - Stine Bramsen

57 - Stine Bramsen
Here I am, I'm in everything you hear
Here I stand with shaky legs
And as my earth begins to spin I hold on to
whatever I can do
Here I lay with my arms open wide
Hit me now, hit my heart
I know the ceiling may be white, but in my
mind the sky is velvet blue
This is my private setting
My lucky fiftyseven
This is a screening of my heart
Where I will play the leading part
My written start
Is this a touch of heaven?
My lucky fiftyseven
These are the words in which I lay
My hungry heart for you to slay
Another day
Do you see, do you see the power in me
Do I please your picky ears
Can I carry all this weight, am i too late
to take the stage alone?
Over me, over me the birds will cry
Over me the rain will pour
And I will soak and I will blow in northern
winds until I finds my zone
This is my private setting
My lucky fiftyseven.
This is the screening of my heart
Where I will play the leading part
My written start
Is this a touch of heaven?
My lucky fiftyseven
These are the words in which I lay
My hungry heart for you to slay
Another day