Lyrics

Be lost in the call
your dark embraces

You know the more you love the more you state your graces

You're lost little boy in a way I know
tonight there are no words to bring you back

If I could close your tired lids
and let your arms give in

In a way we are already gone into
I fill my lungs with the breath of you

If I could close your tired lids
and let your arms give in
to love until the end
close your tired lids

Credits

Written, arranged, performed, recorded and produced by Oskar Humlebo. Violin by Caroline Karpinska.

My thoughts

While recording the drums and percussion, the tambourine in particular, in a large industrial hall outside of malmö, there were alot of noises I could´nt really explain that even made it onto the recordings, I figure the ghosts of the old house just wanted to be on an album, fair enough to me.

Your thoughts

  • paraply
    i feel like dancing tango to this! haha
  • Elin
    That's weird because when I was listening to this song the first time I thought of a tango dancing couple. But I guess it's the rythm.
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