Tina Dickow
Tina Dickow
Tina Dickow
Tina Dickow
Tina Dickow
Tina Dickow
Tina Dickow
Tina Dickow
Tina Dickow
Tina Dickow
Tina Dickow
Tina Dickow
Tina Dickow
I’ve never been back to where I dropped my voice
Along with the will to break through
The wall of scuffling girls and boys
In the merciless jungle of youth
My, my, my
I’m cold and warm
I’m whole, I’m torn
I’m dead, I’m new-born
My, my, my
I can’t be sure
If I’m in love or at war
’Cause I’ve never been in love
And I’ve never been at war
Before
It’s taken me this long to get this far
And connect all the dots between my thoughts
The true language of a grown man’s heart
Is a battle with kisses and swords
My, my, my
I’m cold and warm
I’m whole, I’m torn
I’m dead, I’m new-born
My, my, my
I can’t be sure
If I’m in love or at war
’Cause I’ve never been in love
And I’ve never been at war
Before