Therese Borglin

You tell your love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right at the moment this order's tall

And you told me to be patient
And you told me to be fine
And you told you me be balanced
And you told me to be kind

And in the morning, you'll be with me
But it will be a different kind
'Cause you´ll be holding all the tickets
And I'll be owning all the fines

 

yeah you told me to be patient
And you told me to be fine
And you told you me be balanced
And you told me to be kind

 

And now all your love is wasted
Then who the hell was I?
'Cause now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love me?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?