Text: Hafdis Huld. Dirty Paper Cup. Celebration.
Someday I'll find myself
In a vacuum with you
And I'll unwind and stay behind your shoulder
And I'll unwind and stay behind your shoulder
Celebration, celebration
Celebration, celebration
My breath will warm you
I'll soothe you with my touch
And you shed a tear and I'll be near
To dry you
Celebration, celebration
Celebration, celebration
How easily we loose the others
Fade into our world
And manipulate and celebrate our world
Celebration, celebration
Celebration, celebration
Dirty Paper Cup
Hafdis Huld