Working from the hole
I will cut between, I will pick and choose
I edit on the fly, I put it into focus
Scene by scene
Split in two from the start
The Swedish follow our paths
I will stop outside a cross
From time to time
And to each one of us
We seem to play small parts
And sometimes lives do cross
Sometimes
Every little thing is bound to have its flaws
If it's made of moving parts
Wind-up clocks and human hearts
Every little thing is bound to have its flaws
If it's made of moving parts
Wind-up clocks and human hearts
And as I turn my head
The camera turns to capture another point of view
And as the angles change
Two versions of each moment
A new backdrop every time
Split in two from the start
The Swedish follow our paths
I will stop outside a cross
From time to time
And to each one of us
We seem to play small parts
And sometimes lives do cross
Sometimes
I will cut between, I will pick and choose
I edit on the fly, I put it into focus
Scene by scene
Split in two from the start
The Swedish follow our paths
I will stop outside a cross
From time to time
And to each one of us
We seem to play small parts
And sometimes lives do cross
Sometimes
Every little thing is bound to have its flaws
If it's made of moving parts
Wind-up clocks and human hearts
Every little thing is bound to have its flaws
If it's made of moving parts
Wind-up clocks and human hearts
And as I turn my head
The camera turns to capture another point of view
And as the angles change
Two versions of each moment
A new backdrop every time
Split in two from the start
The Swedish follow our paths
I will stop outside a cross
From time to time
And to each one of us
We seem to play small parts
And sometimes lives do cross
Sometimes