Tranås/Stenslanda Songtext
von Kite

Do you remember the shards back home
Where we ran down them streets alone
It′s an island for the plain and dull
A witch hunt on the colourful

Still alive but accursed and low-down
For a misunderstanding small town
It's an island, only saints interrupt
No headphones can cover that up


It′s just a cold
Will you stay out of my head
I get lost in this lack of kindness
A single morning to feel safe again
A cloud seemed to stay back then

Just a choice and the scars in your lone mind
Carried away from this hopeless land
It's an island, only saints interrupt
No headphones can cover that up