Fine
Suzana Canji
You told me, the underground caught up your eye
That morning a ship sank Unalaska nearby
A lost cat’s picture shown over the articles and
Promotions in that magazine
Oh lord, what does this mean?
A little girl thought, standing beside her sister who died
And my friends feel swept over by Nordic flags while
Distortion overruns strings pretty fast
While the sun burns skins somewhere but not here
A few thousand slaps in faces occur
On TV a nationwide known band plays
Folklore, and everything seems very fine
Do you want to know, too, what brings it on?
To millions of lost souls everything seems very fine
Very fine
Very fine
Very fine
Very fine
Very fine
Very fine
Very very fine, yeah very
