Dreams of Movement
Tobias Lilja
My chest is open
My legs are numb
And my heart is showing
Its making, its making
An unsteady pulse
I'm displaying all my skin
Craving attention, craving attention
And the world is watching, the world is watching
And all my blood, all my blood is pouring through the exit
Making me empty, it's making me empty
Every movement, every movement is a dream
Dream of movement, dream of movement
