Ane Brun - Rubber & soul

In my mind I'm crawling on your floor
vomiting and defeated
total absence of grace.
Your reluctant voice saying
you decide your own fate. But

I wear rubber bands round my soul
they keep me from crawling
And these rubber bands round my soul
they keep me from falling In my repeated dreams
you stare at me with an empty gaze.
You turn your back on me
and you search for more intriguing days.
Loathing this,
controlling this,
let me get a hold of this. So

I wear rubber bands round my soul
they keep me from crawling.
And these rubber bands round my soul
they keep me from falling.

So then when you are not in my dreams
and not in my mind
but we are at the same place at the same time.
rubber no longer holds
the borders of my soul.