Birches Songtext
von Maria Andersson

If what will be will be
I must be stupid to believe
We can always do more
We can always do more
If what will come will come
Is there any use having doubts?
Are we ever enough?
Are we ever enough?

If you feel like coming home
The birch is still hanging low
Like the shadows getting longer
Each day they grow
If you feel like coming back
It looks the same as when you left
Only the memory gets stronger
Each day you′re gone


If we're in someone else′s hands
Isn't it pointless to pretend?
Was there really a chance?
Was there really a chance?
It's so carefully arranged
It′s as familiar as it′s strange
Do we ever let go?
Do we ever let go?

If you feel like coming home
The birch is still hanging low
Like the shadows getting longer
Each day they grow
If you feel like coming back
It looks the same as when you left
Only the memory gets stronger
Each day you're gone

Please play it for
Please play it for
Please play it for
Please play it for
Please play it for
Please play it for