Emotional Anorexic - Svavar Knutur, Helene Bøksle

Morning grows near, oh I wish you were here

As I toss and I turn in my bed

I long for your touch and I miss you so much

And the silence has torn me to shreds

But even in longing, I still feel the pronging

Of misery’s poisonous claws

When in your perfection I catch my reflection

And in it my numerous flaws

Babe, don’t be afraid

You know I love you with all of my heart

Please listen to me

Don’t let those wicked thoughts tear us apart

You’re brave and you’re strong, I am timid and wrong

You’re a diamond and I am but coal

You’re the moon and the stars, I am ashes and tar

You’re a nightingale I am a mole

Babe, don’t think that way

These are the demons that bite at your soul

Please, come back to me

You’re losing your mind and you’re out of control

Well, this is my curse and it keeps getting worse

As I can’t hold these bad thoughts at bay

So I’ll whine and I’ll moan and I’ll cry on the phone

'Till I finally drive you away

And then I will ride with my deflated pride

And the warmth of the blood in my shoe

'Till an ugly old scar and a broken guitar

Will be all that reminds me of you