Album: P3: Det Man Hører Er Man Selv - Uundgåeligt
It's three o'clock in the morning
And it's time to go
The traffic's moving
Just like a circus show
There's a car crash in my head
And one on the road
And nothing seems to go
As I planned it to go
So I'll just take it as it comes
Cause it all just might be a joke
And I'll take it as it goes
It goes away with my better days
In every situation
There's a moment of hope
From 57th
To the streets of Rome
So we stand in line
And we quietly wait our turn
Just to see that nothing is
What it seems to be
So I'll just take it as it comes
Cause it all just might be a joke
And I'll take it as it goes
It goes away with my better days
So much to see
But I'm caught in between
All that I've got
Well I can't choose between
What's fake and what's real
Coax me to stop
Won't you come lift us up
I'll just take it as it comes
Cause it all just might be a joke
And I'll take it as it goes
It goes away with my better days