Christian Kjellvander - Travaller lyrics

Live with me liver

die with that dire

holding beholder tonight

Wrap me in willing,

remeberance thrilling

ambivalence killing the light

Traveller, I journied for the truth of her

- abandoned it in tire

Wayfarier, the living got the best of her

and all those little eyes

Those dim eyes, those demised

Branded by failures,

while tripping on saviours

may no love be labored white spite

Granted a chance to recall what I did do,

even though I knew of respite

Mayflyer, passed through me just a week after

the traveller took to ride

Perjurer, my love for lover projected her

she conjured me with eyes

Those dim eyes, those damn lies

Those dim eyes, those demised

Follower won´t make the same mistakes with her

and bestow myself at last

Onto her I do; for with and easier

and never see the past

In those dim eyes, in those dim eyes