White Walls
Alexander Skadberg
See my car full of smoke
But I ain't smoking nothing
How come I can't see anymore
Should have seen it all coming
Take my hands off the wheel
Weight off my shoulder
Lean all the way back
Just a little bit closer
Take my hand even though
There's no one beside you
Right before you wake up
And right after my arrival
And it's all in good time
Cover my eyes
Let it all fade away
Like all those times
Oh, white walls
Reach my hand right through them
Oh, white walls
