Same Kind Songtext
von Rebekka Bakken

Who′s this someone sitting next to me in this house
With the same kind of cup in his hands like me?
Here we are again
Drinking each other's lack of confidence
Not realizing we were never meant
Collecting this kind of porcelain for years
It′s all unspoken, well, we never had the words
Sweet silence, bitter terms


I'm looking down into my silver spoon
The only mirror that is in this room
This silence keeps us both alive
That's what we like to think at night
Before we try to close our eyes

Who′s this someone lying next to me at night
With the same kind of shade in his eyes like me?
Here we are again
Drinking each other′s lack of confidence
Not realizing we were never meant
Sweet silence, bitter terms

I'm looking down into my silver spoon
The only mirror that is in this room
This silence keeps us both alive
That′s what we like to think at night
Before we try to close our eyes


Sweet silence, bitter terms
I'm looking down into my silver spoon