young carved out of air she had her hands engraved he brushed back her hair gave her the love she craved safe under his skin was that your hiding place she owned him in bed he owned her fragile soul she hid how she bled knew he could make her whole lost deep in the night she took off her pretty face free underneath an iron sky no one really knows what it s like to outfly the night he knows how you bleed dreams of your happy days he woke up too fast saw how you lay there bare you flew at last back into the air free underneath an iron sky no one really knows what it s like to outfly the night her hands read b o r n t o b l e e d born to bleed
['norske viser', 'norwegian indie', 'norwegian pop']