How could a road get weary
If there's nothing to lose?
How could a heart get bluer
If it was blue to begin with?
It is a game of ask and answer
But it all comes with a price
And sometimes I'm left without answers.
How could solitude be cruel
If I've searched for it time and time again?
How could music sound the same
If every song holds a different thrill?
But questioning my own advice feels like I'm dialling the wrong number
And again I'm left without answers.
As I move on
With hope in my heart and mind,
I'll find my answers maybe,
Maybe some other time.
Where's that Gotland Session
To accompany me and my rosé?
Magnus, are you on your way?
Magnus, are you on your last ride home?
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How could a road get weary
If there's nothing to lose?
How could a heart get bluer
If it was blue to begin with?
It is a game of ask and answer
But it all comes with a price
And sometimes I'm left without answers.
How could solitude be cruel
If I've searched for it time and time again?
How could music sound the same
If every song holds a different thrill?
But questioning my own advice feels like I'm dialling the wrong number
And again I'm left without answers.
As I move on
With hope in my heart and mind,
I'll find my answers maybe,
Maybe some other time.
Where's that Gotland Session
To accompany me and my rosé?
Magnus, are you on your way?
Magnus, are you on your last ride home?
If there's nothing to lose?
How could a heart get bluer
If it was blue to begin with?
It is a game of ask and answer
But it all comes with a price
And sometimes I'm left without answers.
How could solitude be cruel
If I've searched for it time and time again?
How could music sound the same
If every song holds a different thrill?
But questioning my own advice feels like I'm dialling the wrong number
And again I'm left without answers.
As I move on
With hope in my heart and mind,
I'll find my answers maybe,
Maybe some other time.
Where's that Gotland Session
To accompany me and my rosé?
Magnus, are you on your way?
Magnus, are you on your last ride home?
Writer: Alexandru Sandoiu
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid