Didn't really get what I wanted
Grasping for the next best thing
Touching her visage, my eyes still closed
Your face on the silver screen lids
There's no faith in this heart, I pretend
'cause it's too late to start, to end
Could've, should've stayed but I floated off
Into the unknown, the unbeaten path
Didn't really know what I wanted
But your face is on my silver screen lids
There's no faith
There's no faith in this heart, why pretend?
'cause it's too late to start, to end
| # | Top 3 Henrik Skanfors | 
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| 1 | Henrik Skanfors - The Boat | 
| 2 | Henrik Skanfors - Dance | 
| 3 | Henrik Skanfors - Volatile Street |