Viola Odette Harlow – Stockholm Summer Lyrics

Stockholm Summer – Viola Odette Harlow Lyrics

I keep trying to feel alive

In Central Park where I almost died

I'm a city that you're burning down

I let the Trojan horse right in my mouth

I'll be out of remission

Out of commission

I like to be treated well

But I keep walking down to hell's

That people keep I think cool down

I don't burn, I hear the bells

In heaven's witch hunt

They're got me wrong

Why would angel love the devil (Why would I ever choose him)

Why would a poet slum like that (How does this ever begin)

With minds that don't comprehend her love

They want to send me above

But I scream let me love who I want

It already feels bad

I wrote a song on the Brooklyn Bridge

10 years ago when I was a kid

A pretty face your ill tempered brow

Made this city come alive somehow

You said winter's forgotten

And the summer smells rotten

I'm not good at a campaign

I'm not charming when I am in pain

I lose love when it's all a game

How do you sleep this way

I swear at my own funeral

I still be awake

Why would angel love the devil (Why would I ever choose him)

Why would a poet slum like that (How does this ever begin)

With minds that don't comprehend her love

They want to send me above

But I scream let me love who I want

It already feels bad

I let the robber go free

I let the murderer lie

And I know that's on me

I didn't win some fights

They say I'm all lies

But I'm just truths that you hate

And I don't want to cry

So if Tribeca falls it's on my name

If the isle burns I know everyone's looking my way

Send your army home you've got everyone saying my name

Why would angel love the devil (Why would I ever choose him)

Why would a poet slum like that (How does this ever begin)

With minds that don't comprehend her love

They want to send me above

But I scream let me love who I want

It already feels bad