Sat down to write a book
But all that came out was one lousy line
Couldn’t make up the story in time
It was twenty years ago today
The paper’s still there in the typewriter
And I can still remember that very first line
Maybe all that I grow is a hole in myself
All I accomplish is lost on myself
Yet all I feel is the way i heal
Maybe all I can grow is this hole in myself
But then maybe I don’t mind losing myself
When all I feel is the way I heal
I’m the dot at the end of the trail of debris
Been filling my void with semantic debris
Now all I feel is the way I heal
Time 3m45s
Tempo 110 bpm
Words Mårten Kellerman
Music Mårten Kellerman
Production Produced, recorded and mixed by Statemachine and Fred Caelou at Jennifer’s, Stockholm 1998. Assisted by Magnus Sundström. String arrangements by Magnus Sundström (The Protagonist). Additional keyboards and programming by Fred Caelou and Magnus Sundström.
Publishing © 1999 Warner/Chappell & Subspace Communications. All rights reserved. Lyrics electronically reprinted with permission.