Jan Blomqvist
Stories Over
Once upon a time ago... Wait, that story's over, yeah
Now it’s there on the street, looking at everyone like a stranger
And it’s what you make it Yeah it’s what you make it. No it’s what we make it
Is everyone asking ‘How far will they take it?’ can anyone say, losing trust? Losing what we had made it. Nothing to replace the net to catch our fall
They who know the night are the one’s who own the teacher and the teacher owns the day. We can't stop the train and we can't start it either
Choosing to doubt that we were ever really meant to be free
So turn and face the day cuz they who own the teachers are the teachers of today