I pulled my coat on tight and stood in the hall
Dust in a shaft of light floating by the wall
I started crying to myself
It wasn´t in my head
It was physical
Like ghosts hung on thread
I scrambled up
I scrambled up
When you asked me my past
I made it up
I made it up
But now suddenly i feel i´m gonna´be ok

You know you could help yourself
You could help yourself
You will not turn to rust
You won´t turn to dust
You started laughing to yourself
When you pulled out your heart
I scrambled up
I scrambled up
When you asked me my past
I made it up
I made it up
But now suddenly i feel i´m gonna´ be ok
Oh i´m gonna´ be ok.