I Was Playing Drums (Efterklang)

I can't grow without a weapon or a dream 'cause we belong to her. What is soft to touch forever we will be and we belong to her. Beneath the polaroid the walls are groing on and it gave, and it gave us hope in the past when we were friends. I deny, at the night there's no where to walk no hurry the machines, oh the machines they were all finre and full. I can't grow without a weapon or a dream 'cause we belong to her. What is soft to touch forever it will be and we belong to her.