Make Up

Andreas Mattsson, Fredrik Norberg, Kenneth Harald Wikstrom, Per Arne Wikander

Three A.M, I'm going home
Stumbling, staggering alone
Felt so tired all at once
Some sence something must be wrong

Wreck a glass and everything
Breathing cold, blue air again
Wish someone would call me back
Ask me in and let me stay

And then just hold me til I wake up
Hey hey hey
And then I promise I will shape up
Hey hey hey

There's no need to pity me
I'll rise higher then today
It's a temporary stage
There's just nothing you can say

But you can hold me 'til I wake up
Hey hey hey
And then I promise I will shape up
Hey hey hey
There won't be anything to make up
Hey hey hey

Three A.M, I'm going home
Stumbling, staggering alone
Felt so tired all at once
Some sence something must be wrong

Why don't you hold me til I wake up
Hey hey hey
And then I promise I will shape up
Hey hey hey
There won't be anything to make up
Hey hey hey

Popsicle