Andrew

On the surface of a meeken mind
with words that sounds redeeming
Hollow haze above my velvet shrine
Be careful what you´re dreaming
The world is made of cardboard and rain
And a voice inside my head
If the fire burns my heart out again
Can you tell
Andrew, leave this to me
See the traces on her better hand
Can´t believe that I have told her
Colored ridges and a promised land
Silver dust upon my shoulder
The world is made of cardboard and rain
And a voice inside my head
If the fire burns my heart out again
Can you tell
Andrew, leave this to me