From A Closet In Norway (Oslo Blues)
I would rather be any place but hereSPIN the bottle or roll the dice, my dear'Cause I can't care, I can't seem to break my fallIt seems I would rather be any place at all
So if the world is round now, why can't we have everything?'Cause the highs are so high, these lows are killing me, killing me, killing me
I remember when wind would make me cryI remember when wasn't afraid to dieI wish I'd never, never fallen in loveSo take this soul I sold, I'm going back in time
So if the world is round now, why can't we have everything?'Cause the highs are so high, these lows are killing me, killing me, oh, they're killing me
Seems the dying are the only ones that really know how to liveIt seems the dying are the only ones that really know how to liveSeems the dying are the only ones that really know how to liveIt seems the dying are the only ones that really know how to live