Hydrogen
GRETA SCHENK, KARI JAHNSEN
The stomach is the darkest bridge of muscles
Where does the light get in?
The part inside of my own chest is the hardest Where the heart’s supposed to live
Hydrogen in all the stars collide
Where does the light get in?
A part of me I’d never dare to visit
In my own mind again
My fingertips are trying to reach further
Feeling for what they lack
And now I’m counting stars until the early morning So the darkness can’t come back
Hydrogen in all the stars collide
Where does the light get in?
A part of me I’d never dare to visit
In my own mind again
