Circle (feat. Kamilla Kovacs) - Be Svendsen

Is this really it? Is this all there is? Always this fear, sinking into this mighty love Always in flux Aroused in trust Grounded as if this could never end Suddenly, the room is caving in on me Memories, sweeping my sanity Suddenly, the dark will find its way to me Frequencies cut through my melody Is this sanity? Could this really be Embracing fear, giving-in to this mighty love Always in flux Aroused in trust Grounded as if this could never end Suddenly the room is caving in on me Memories, sweeping my sanity Suddenly, the dark will find its way to me Frequencies cut through my Melody Suddenly the room is caving in on me Memories, sweeping my sanity Suddenly, the dark will find its way to me Frequencies cut through my Melody

Hvem er din nye venn, Kamilla? Er det en som du kan stole på? Er det en du kan ta trygt i hånden, Når veien synes håpløs lang å gå? Natten vil komme snart, Kamilla. Da blir himmelen mørk med stjerner på. Og du trenger en å ta i hånden, For enda har du langt igjen å gå. Kamilla, Kamilla, hva tenker du nå? Tør du tro han er en venn, som du kan stole på? Kamilla, Kamilla, hva tenker du nå? Tør du tro han er en venn, som du kan stole på? Gråt ikke mer for meg, Kamilla. For mitt liv som tyv er helt forbi. Jeg må ta den straffen jeg fortjener. Så kommer jeg igjen, da er jeg fri. Vi venter Sebastian, en dag er du fri. Det skal bli en dag med nye muligheter i. Kamilla, Kamilla, jeg kommer igjen. Og jeg tror at du vil ta imot meg som en venn. Soundtrack "Kamilla og tyven"

I know it's not good to be smoking in the morning sun But the way I feel now is the best thing I've ever done Watching everybody else do a healthy run (uh uh, not me) But I'm in such a good mood, I don't care if I'm frowned upon 'Cause it's the weekend, weekend, weekend Nothing's going on Yeah, it's the weekend, weekend, weekend I swear there's nothing wrong Every other minute I'm the victim A bullet in the barrel of a big bad gun A bullet in the barrel of a big bad gun Lying by the river in the park, I do smell good Still don't remember why my clothes stink like sandalwood Fresh young boy sits down, says, "let's get high" Well honey I already got there and that suits me fine 'Cause it's the weekend, weekend, weekend Nothing's going on Yeah, it's the weekend, weekend, weekend I swear there's nothing wrong 'Cause it's the weekend, weekend, weekend Nothing's going on Yeah, it's the weekend, weekend, weekend I swear there's nothing wrong 'Cause it's the weekend, weekend, weekend Nothing's going on Yeah, it's the weekend, weekend, weekend I swear there's nothing wrong (nothing wrong with me honey) Brap, ba, ba, ba, ba, I'm the dirty, smokin' weed Ooh la la la la, la la la la La la la la, la la la la Every other minute I'm the victim A bullet, a bullet, a bullet in the barrel of a big bad gun Every other minute I'm the victim A bullet, a bullet, a bullet in the barrel of a big bad gun Big bad gun, big bad gun