Description
Producer: Thomas Bard
Lyricist: Mara van Brokhoven
Composer: Thomas Bard
Lyrics and translation
Original
Another phone call, another tear running up.
But a careful good word and a listening ear must be enough.
Can it slow down or is this growing up?
Can I please, please sit this one out?
I take a breath but it is never deep enough.
I second-guess whatever reason could be the cause.
Something is breaking now,
I don't think I will bend.
How much more before it ends?
It's so thin and it's starting to, but fake me by the minute, grasping for some clues.
It's so thin and you feel it too.
Wish I had it all together, but they keep on, keep on slipping through.
Kinda feel sorry when I'm overhead.
With each breakdown, it all ends straight back to my lap.
It's not fair how deep it cuts into my chest. Will you give up?
Can I please, please sit this one out?
I take a breath but it is never deep enough.
I second-guess whatever reason could be the cause.
Something is breaking now, I don't think I will bend.
How much more before it ends?
It's so thin and it's starting to, but fake me by the minute, grasping for some clues.
It's so thin and you feel it too.
Wish I had it all together, but they keep on, keep on.
It's so thin.
It's so thin.
It's so thin.
Wish I had it all together, but they keep on, keep on slipping through.