by Marit Larsen 

I am Surrouded By walls 
they grow closer then i speak 
and to see them fall 
when i try to stad up on my feet 
im looking for doors 
they disapear then i breath 
there are plenty of floors 
but they can't hold me 

how hard can it be 

Must all sweet things go sour 
do all adventures have a name 
everyway you can hour 
how long to bring him back again 
in a crowded room 
I make believe i somewhere bound 
wear my best perfume 
fooling everyone around 

i'm not what i seem 

[piano solo] 

i'm as under a spell 
watching them no one can tell 
had I only known 
that this walls are just my own