Rubber & Soul - Ane Brun, Teitur

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

And 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