57 - Stine Bramsen

Here I am, I’m in everything you hear

Here I stand with shaky legs

And as my earth begins to spin

I hold on to whatever I can do

Here I lay with my arms open wide

Hit me now, hit my heart

I know the ceiling may be white

But in my mind, the sky is velvet blue

This is my private setting

My lucky fifty-seven

This is a screening of my heart

Where I will play the leading part

My written start

Is this a touch of heaven?

My lucky fifty-seven

These are the words in which I lay

My hungry heart for you to slay

Another day

Do you see, do you see the power in me?

Do I please your picky ears?

Can I carry all this weight?

Am I too late to take the stage alone?

'Cause over me, over me, the birds will cry

Over me, the rain will pour

And I will soak and I will blow

In northern winds, until I find my zone

This is my private setting

My lucky fifty-seven

This is a screening of my heart

Where I will play the leading part

My written start

Is this a touch of heaven?

My lucky fifty-seven

These are the words in which I lay

My hungry heart for you to slay

Another day