Body of Work
Asbjørn Toftdahl Terkelsen, Jonas Tranberg, Asbjørn
Follow the blueprints
On a trip around in my veins
Rest in the furrows of my skin
Sing for every muscle with marrow
My body of work is an open book for you
Pages turn by the sound of your melodies in my ears
My body of work is yours, just yours to keep
But don't you leave it on the floor
When I welcome you back from war
The sayings are skin deep
I don't carry around all that deadweight
Slide down my spine to my tailbone
And see that we are just alike
You and I
My body of work is an open book for you
Pages turn by the sound of your melodies in my ears
My body of work is yours, just yours to keep
But don't you leave me on the floor
I think we fought our share of wars
