David Fridlund - White Van Lyrics

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White Van

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What Are The Lyrics For White Van By David Fridlund?
There's a yellow arrow painted on the ground
I give up and I decide to follow There's a thick white blanket covering the town And right now it's more then I can swallow There's a ship sailing gently on the waves There's a tear drop rollin' There's a small hand pressed against a glass And there's and engine pullin' And you'll be far away And you'll be deep inside And you know that time is all we have There's a big black nothing in your heart There's me in a white van And there's a million holes dug in the pavement There's a good chance to avoid them So if you decide to leave Or if you decide to stop breathing Don't leave me hanging ‘Cause time is all we have And what about the love in your hands And the cold in your palm And the sweat on your forehead I can never ever be calm I can never sit still Because I'm like an alarm-clock See me Hear me Do this Do that Take my words, eat them and swallow Don't measure my steps and actions Just hold me close and I will follow And there's a big knife pressed against my throat There's a word carved into my back And there's a sea of questions everywhere you go And there's really no way out And if you decide to leave Then you'll leave without me And you know that time is all we have |
Who Wrote White Van By David Fridlund?
David Johan Fridlund
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What's The Duration Of The White Van By David Fridlund?The duration of White Van is 4:14 minutes and seconds. |
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