Seven (Fever Ray)

I've got a friend Who I've known since I was seven We used to talk on that phone If we have time, if it's the right time Accompany me By the kitchen sink We talk about love We talk about dishwater tablets And we dream about heaven I know it I think I know it from a heaven They said so it doesn't need no explanation Or a box to open up with light and sound Making you cold, very cold I leave home at seven Under a heavy sky I ride my bike up I ride my bike down November smoke And your toes cold now It goes from white to red A little voice in my head said so I know it I think I know it from a heaven They said so It doesn't need no explanation Or a box to open up with light and sound And if you don't you'll run your own I know it I think I know it from a heaven They said so It doesn't need no explanation Or a box to open up with light and sound Making you cold very cold