Anna Ternheim

It's getting late I think my time is runnig out
No one special nothing lasting within sight
How should I stay calm when panic lies just ahead,
Everone can see my youth hanging by a thread
No subtle men came to my town
No subtle man begging for my hand
I'm one of few who's left when everyone has gone
the train is leaving and it's too late to get on
So much for running when noone stays to wait,
for another broken promise, to slip my mind by mistake
who would take my word on anything these days
I've failed soo many times saying i'm gonna change
No subtle man came to my town
No subtle man
No life long friend lives in my town
No subtle man begging for my hand