Nils Petter Molvaer Follow

Your marks out of ten
As you disregard heart and all that we represent

Now you go for broke
Choke down on your enemies ash
Blow the smoke
To cloud over your enemies

The view from our window is all green, lit by the sun
How bitter does your foot taste as your rub chin? Engage the stare
You fold from cutting edges to an origami swan
You dwell in halcyon days for the pocket line
You just don't care

Go for broke
Choke down on your enemies ash
Blow the smoke
To cloud over your enemies

Step out from the band room, now count every town ahead
You stay put like a mushroom whilst we're out and about and you're still there
Rooted into K-town with only the Queens head for a friend
You sing only to your tune, it's a solo piece that no-one hears

Now you're broke
No glue, no friend, no turn around
Your head and heart is forever locked inside of your briefcase

Your marks out of ten
As you disregard heart and all that we represent