Riding The Dragon
Writing a letter in me makes too much noise
Fighting a battle in me, I don’t have much choice
Listen to what I say if you wanna know
Nothing as a way for you to grow

I’m moving on and on, but it feels I’m getting nowhere
Lingering on and on, I’m gonna cut my hair
In through my own shelf, I let no one in there
Morroring myself I see through my despair

Perfect in a sense is the sense that I am perfect
Precious is the tense of the present tenseless moment
Moody felt the woman who got jealous even though she was a nun
Foolish was the one who sought happiness and gave up the fun

Writing is a letter to the sun

Oh, riding the dragon
Oh, riding the dragon

All my reasons fade away
They seem to come and go
All the seasons fade away
Just like my inner joy

She asked me how I felt to have no friends at all
I answered “I don’t know, I haven’t noticed at all”
Glimmering a message as I stare into the wall
Shimmering a passage, I feel nothing at all

Post-traumatic stress is evolving into some field
Where a battle of self-righteousness takes on its shield
And smiles up in the face of agony and wields
A banner of intrinsicness until it heeds

Listen to the call of the road which wanna be underneath you
Don’t listen to the toad who says you’ve got no legs at all
Impossible is nothing when you realise you can do what you want to
You might think it’s not true, but come on, are you afraid of want to?

Writing is a pleasure in the sun

Oh, riding the dragon
Oh, riding the dragon

Music & lyrics: Lars Eriksson