I have two lyrics here, this one and down below another like that but just slightly different.
I WAS LYING ON MY SOFA SICK
I WAS ALL ALONE
ALONE IN A BIG OLD HOUSE
MY HEAD WAS BURNING UP
YES, I BURNING UP
MY HEAD WAS SPINNING AROUND
YES, SPINNING AROUND
SPINNING LIKE A WASHING MACHINE
I WAS ALONE
IN THIS BIG OLD HOUSE
SICK TO MY STOMACH
AND LYING THERE
WITH A SCARF AROUND MY HEAD
AND WOOL SOCKS ON MY FEET
MY FLOWER WAS IN FRONT OF ME
THE FLOWER IS A LIFE
LIKE YOU AND ME
ITS A PERSON IN SOME STRANGE WAY
LIKE A PERSON STARING AT ME
THE FLOWER WAS ALIVE LIKE ME
THE FLOWER TALKED TO ME
LIKE AN ALIEN IN A MOVIE
THE FLOWER WAS TALKING TO ME
I WAS AWAKE, JUST LYING THERE
WHITE ROSES WERE COMING FOR ME
YES, THEY WERE COMING FOR ME
MY MIND WAS SO OUT OF IT
YES, I WAS OUT OF IT
I WAS JUST LYING THE SICK
JUST LING THERE
THE FEVER WAS SEEING THINGS
THINGS LIKE ROSES
ROSES TALKING BEHIND MY BACK
THE FEVER WAS SEEING THINGS
THINGS LIKE ROSES
WITH A FAMILY LIFE
THE ROSES WAS COMING FOR ME
I WAS FREEZING
AND I FELT LIKE SOMEONE
WE'RE WATCHING ME
AND MY NOSE WAS LEAKING
THE COLD WAS COMING FOR ME
COMING FOR ME
THE COLD WAS COMING FOR ME
I WAS LYING ON THE SOFA WITH A SCARF
SCARF AROUND MY HEAD
SO I WASN'T GOING TO FREEZE TO DEATH
THE FLOWER WAS STARING AT ME
THE COLD WAS COMING FOR ME
COMING FOR ME
YES, THE COLD WAS COMING FOR ME
WHITE ROSES WERE EVERYWHERE
EVERYWHERE STARING AT ME
WHITE ROSES WERE WATCHING ME
THE COLD WAS COMING FOR ME
WHITE ROSES WERE WATCHING ME
WATCHING ME LIKE A SHINING STAR
WATCHING OWER ME
Othor : Rósa Björk Kristjánsdóttir
I WAS LYING ON MY SOFA
MY HEAD WAS BURNING
MY HEAD WAS SPINNING
SPINNING LIKE A MACHINE
SICK TO MY STOMACH
I WAS LYING there
WITH A SCARF AROUND MY HEAD
AND WOOL ON MY FEET
MY FLOWER WAS IN FRONT OF ME
THE FLOWER WAS STARING AT ME
LIKE A PERSON STARING AT ME
THE FLOWER WAS ALIVE LIKE ME
THE FLOWER WAS THERE STARING AT ME
I WAS LYING THERE
WITH A SCARF AROUND MY HEAD
WATCHING THE FLOWER WATCHING ME
THE FLOWER WAS WATCHING ME
LIKE A POLICE WATCHING ME
THE FLOWER TALKED TO ME
LIKE AN ALIEN IN A MOVIE
THE FLOWER WAS TALKING TO ME
I WAS AWAKE, JUST LYING THERE
WHITE ROSES WERE COMING FOR ME
COMING FOR ME
ROSES WERE COMING FOR ME
WHITE ROSES WERE COMING FOR ME
MY MIND WAS SO OUT OF IT
I was lying there sick
just lying there
the fever was seeing thing
things like roses white roses
THE ROSES WAS COMING FOR ME
I WAS FREEZING
AND MY NOSE WAS LEAKING
THE COLD WAS COMING FOR ME
COMING FOR ME
THE COLD WAS COMING FOR ME
I WAS LYING ON THE SOFA WITH A SCARF
SCARF AROUND MY HEAD
AROUND MY HEAD
the FLOWER was STARING AT ME
THE COLD WAS COMING FOR ME
THE COLD WAS COMING FOR ME
COMING FOR ME
WHITE ROSES WERE STARING AT ME
STARING AT ME
WHITE ROSES WERE STARING AT ME
THE COLD WAS COMING FOR ME
COMING FOR ME
WHITE ROSES WERE WATCHING ME
WATCHING ME
THE COLD WAS COMING FOR ME
COMING FOR ME
Höf: Rósa Björk Kristjánsdóttir
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