Thomas Dybdahl This Year lyrics

Here comes wintertime
Like a long and dark night
Man, I feel so unprepared this time

No stored heat just the smell of defeat and deceit
Rolled in to one and then put on repeat
I really need to get a hold of myself
If I'm to get back on my feet

'Cause this year I got my heart broken
My fears awoken, my beliefs shaken and my dignity taken
But am I wrong to assume that the world is absurd
When religion comes first and knowledge comes third

And there's a fast river
That's a slow killer and cause for bonuses at Phizer
But advice her that she won't get her pills if we don't pay her bills
And it's a sad story but greed is our top skill


So far so good
Except for a vague feeling that I should not expect calls
Family dinners, long vacations or pictures on bed room walls
These are things I really don't need at all

I just hope she's a heart breaker
A soul shaker and a love maker or a damn good faker
'Cause I really don't care about these little things that make
A household work or makes her thing rings

And it's long story with no glory
Just mistaken for an undertaking that doesn't need replicating
Oh, these are things I really don't need at all