Interval / Repeat
Emil Svanängen
Like in dreams I turn to
Something set in my records
I have no more desires
I have no more desires
We search for hours
Look for strange disorders
Small things in the rubble
These are sad disappointments
From old disagreements
We have places we go to
Something saved in our neurons
To a degree I blame myself
For the swarm of bombers
Made up that you were breathing
I saw your faces linger
In placеs much higher
There’ll bе no more desires
I have no more desires
Love, I blame myself for stealing
All new memories
We keep a lookout for you
It was a time so frantic
I lost all my desires, yeah
In a way I’m used to
In a way I’m used to, yeah
It was a time so frantic
I lost all my desires
