Written, produced and performed by I Wear* Experiment – the partnership between Hando Jaksi, Mikk Simson and Johanna Oden
I’m a lone rider, a lonesome fighter - I can hold on cold.
Not a steep glider, over bodies climber. I’m keeping my orders in fold.
Tears - they’re not heavy I can dry them up at once. Dance till I’m ready to cast away the rut.
I’m stepping on starlight to reach for, reach for the someone to care. I’m dancing on starlight to reach for the end of my loneliest day.
I’m a poor liar, a test to your desires - I’m keeping my feelings on hold.
Still a lone rider, a lonesome liar. I just need someone to hold.
Tears - they’re not heavy I can dry them up at once. Dance till I’m ready to cast away the rut.
I’m stepping on starlight to reach for, reach for the someone to care. I’m dancing on starlight to reach for the end of my loneliest day. Take Me Back to the Church The past was buried. Mistakes forgotten. Or at least I thought so - until the conscience came one day.
Stop it, stop it - feel just something! I carried my heart - it was heavy & dark.
Feel just something - I can carry your heart through heavy & dark.
作词 : I Wear* Experiment 作曲 : I Wear* Experiment
Written, produced and performed by I Wear* Experiment – the partnership between Hando Jaksi, Mikk Simson and Johanna Oden
I’m a lone rider, a lonesome fighter - I can hold on cold.
Not a steep glider, over bodies climber. I’m keeping my orders in fold.
Tears - they’re not heavy I can dry them up at once. Dance till I’m ready to cast away the rut.
I’m stepping on starlight to reach for, reach for the someone to care. I’m dancing on starlight to reach for the end of my loneliest day.
I’m a poor liar, a test to your desires - I’m keeping my feelings on hold.
Still a lone rider, a lonesome liar. I just need someone to hold.
Tears - they’re not heavy I can dry them up at once. Dance till I’m ready to cast away the rut.
I’m stepping on starlight to reach for, reach for the someone to care. I’m dancing on starlight to reach for the end of my loneliest day. Take Me Back to the Church The past was buried. Mistakes forgotten. Or at least I thought so - until the conscience came one day.
Stop it, stop it - feel just something! I carried my heart - it was heavy & dark.
Feel just something - I can carry your heart through heavy & dark.
