FROM ABOVE
(Lars Danielsson / Per Holknekt)

Done it all still, he´d done nothin´at all
The sweet – lovin´ great pretender
Got his name on the wall. And a refill- filled
with nothing at all
the way- simply to surrender
swallow hard stand tall.

Now he´s - in a different place
Sees a different face
As he sees himself from above.

Had it all still- he had nothin´ at all
The mad- charmin´ big ole spender
always livin´ a ball.

Headin´ downhill- straight up hittin´ the wall
still fate was his main contender
-his reality call.

Now he´s - in a different place
Sees a different face
As he sees himself from above.

Seen it all still, he´d seen nothing at all
until- evening of November [bad word] the colors of fall

Like a spine chill- all what he can recall
insane- all he will remember
is the magic of all…

Now he´s - in a different place
Sees a different face
As he sees himself

Now he´s - in a different place
Sees a different face
As he sees himself from above