From a Closet in Norway

From a Closet in Norway I would rather be any place but here Spin the bottle on roller dice my dear Cause I can't care I can't seem to break my fall It seems I would rather be any place at all So if the world is around, now why can't we have everything? Cause the highs are so high, these lows are killing me, killing me, killing me I remember when, wind would make me cry I remember when, wasn't afraid to die I wish I'd never, never fallen in love So take this soul I sold I'm going back in time So if the world is around, now why can't we have everything? Cause the highs are so high, these lows are killing me, killing me, oh they're killing me Seems that dying, not the only one They really know how to live It seems that dying, no the only one They really know how to live Seems that dying, not the only one They really know how to live It seems that dying, no the only one They really know how to live