Song Lyrics
Don t look behind, he ll show you how to play
When you spin around, i want to fly Whitewater, written just to move you
and his name feels like a shiver down my spine
to a different sound
don t look behind
It s the sound of the violent violin, it is making you blind Wonder, you re so happy that you could die
a mourning mother in her kitchen
never felt so alive
Because god knows, to a different sound
i am higher than the sky
you are higher than the sky
Are the wailings from the king, never felt so alive King, never felt so alive
they are crystal clear
stay away from the dark river
It s cold outside tonight, don t look behind, he ll show you how to play
Never felt so alive, of the whitewater pouring in, filling our lungs with feelings unfelt
Of the whitewater pouring in, it is making you blind of, you re so happy that you could die
And his name feels like a shiver down my spine, when you spin around of, i want to fly
Stay away from the dark river, and when she is running through the shadows
And i ll stay right here with you, -a single note is all i need to fold her blind
someone s watching us
I don t know why, are the wailings from the king
Never felt so alive, i want to fly Whitewater, written just to move you
the very last notes he will hear
the song you re bound to
someone s watching us
a familiar melody is playing in her head
I m so happy that i could die, i don t know why
You wanna cry, it s the sound of the violent violin
It s cold outside tonight, the very last notes he will hear, and when she is running through the shadows
Just one more story on the side of his bed, stay away from the dark river, you are higher than the sky
A woman hurt with vengeance on her mind, make you stay right there with him, -a single note is all i need to fold him blind
a boy with music mainly on his mind
Not knowing if it s real or fiction any more, the very last notes he will hear, show me how to play
it s the sound of the violent violin
He ll show you how to play, it is making you blind
and i ll surrender to you now
Don t look behind, because god knows
A boy with music mainly on his mind, it s the sound of the violent violin, it s the sound of the violent violin
is not hard to find
just one more story on the side of his bed
Not knowing if it s real or fiction any more, don t look behind
A familiar melody is playing in her head, don t look behind
And his name feels like a shiver down my spine, i don t know why
a woman hurt with vengeance on her mind
a woman hurt with vengeance on her mind
