Yngve Leidulv sætre : Keyboard
Everybody's hoping for a change sometimes
For better days and years to spend together
Everybody puts their trust in fate sometimes
See the signs, the changing in the weather
It's the matters of the heart that hurt
Come in second or come in first
It's tearing us apart, that hurt
It's surreal, the way that it feels
Everybody wants somebody else sometimes
Tasting the new flavor of the season
Try to make some money and grow old someday
Forever wondering if there was a reason
It's the matters of the heart that hurt
Come in second or come in first
It's tearing us apart, that hurt
It's surreal, the way that it feels
Tasting the new flavor of the season
Forever wondering if there was a reason
It's the matters of the heart that hurt
Come in second or come in first
It's tearing us apart, that hurt
It's surreal...
The matters of the heart, they hurt
Come in second or come in first
It's tearing us apart, that hurt
It's surreal, the way that it feels
The way that it feels
Oh, the way that it feels
It's tearing us apart, that hurt
It's surreal, the way that it feels
Everybody wants somebody else sometimes
Tasting the new flavor of the season
Try to make some money and grow old someday
Forever wondering if there was a reason
It's the matters of the heart that hurt
Come in second or come in first
It's tearing us apart, that hurt
It's surreal, the way that it feels
Tasting the new flavor of the season
Forever wondering if there was a reason
It's the matters of the heart that hurt
Come in second or come in first
It's tearing us apart, that hurt
It's surreal...
The matters of the heart, they hurt
Come in second or come in first
It's tearing us apart, that hurt
It's surreal, the way that it feels
The way that it feels
Oh, the way that it feels
