When Our Hands Clasped Songtext
von Jeniferever

From the streets on which we grew up
To the markets of Brick Lane
It cost me a fortune of thoughts just to get here
Buy you wouldn′t even bother to show up
Oh I had a bag full of words that I wanted to give to you
To you

We travel with the trains to the city where you live now
Six months had passed but not enough to make you show
Then I heard about the loss of your better half
Wonder if that is reason enough to call

East end of London, Swedish west coast
Or the town where we were born
They're just places, not words


This town has left mark
On our sour sense
We want out of this now
I guess I had too much
I guess we were not dead
Since we walk with our hands clasped
We walk with our hands clapsed
And then I die

This town has left mark
On our sour sense
We want out of this now
I guess I had too much
I guess we were not dead
Since we walk with our hands clasped
We walk with our hands clapsed

And then I die