Molly Nilsson “Hotel Home“

Hotel Home, you’re never on your own All the seeds we’ve sown, all the chances that we’ve blown Our knives are never dull, our moon is always full I could have gone the other way, but now I’m here and I want to stay I’m never too far like the stars all are, I’m never too nigh, I’m a satelite The world will find me when the time is ripe, I’m never at home so call on Skype 111