some sort of hollow and empty feelings you get in your chest when you find out that you don't belong anywhere
By Kings of Convenience
I lose some sales and my boss won't be happy But I can't stop listening to the sound of two soft voices blended in perfection from the reels of this record that I found
Every day there's a boy in the mirror asking me what are you doing here finding all my previous motives Growing increasingly unclear
I travelled far and I burned all the bridges I believed as soon as I hit land all the other options held before me will wither in the light of my plan
So I lose some sales and my boss won't be happy but there's only one thing on my mind searching boxes underneath the counter on a chance that on a tape I'd find
A song for someone who needs somewhere to long for