DICE - Stockholm

All in all, its complicatedA Megamind's disguiseFeels like false validationA blinding by your shineWell I just want to feel alrightFoggy like the mirrors in the nightSomethings in the air outsideWhich way do I go to StockholmWell the whiskey fills my appetiteI'm calling from a broken phoneSo can you hear me darlin'I know we've hardly metBut the feelings strongWe're dancing with the deadDancing with the deadHey little lady, with the white liesIm cruising off the pavementOut of your lifeIts about timeTime to unwindSomethings in the air outsideWhich way do I go to StockholmWell the whiskey fills my appetiteI'm calling from a broken phoneSo can you hear me darlin'I know we've hardly metBut the feelings strongWe're dancing with the deadWe're dancing with the deadThis time, I really wanna knowWe're rinsing off the counterfeit to unfoldUntie the lies of it allWhen rolling down the stones are hitDone cruising out of Stockholm