In agony (P.Ståhlgren)

   She cries herself to sleep thinking about how life turned out to be
            They live together as one but nothing feels alive
          There are ghost riders and soul-pirates everywhere

                                     I can hear you
                                     I can hear you
                           Screaming your lungs out of here

       He died yesterday; nothing in this world could keep him safe
Like a movie-scene, director’s dream, she held his hand as he went to sleep
                  There are ghost riders and soul-pirates everywhere

                                     I can hear you
                                     Can you hear me?
                        As I’m screaming my lungs out of here

                                     I can hear you
                                     I can hear you
                                     I can hear you
                          As you scream your lungs in agony

                                     I can hear you
                                     I can hear you
                                     I can hear you
                         As you scream your lungs in agony