Horus
Tantrum n°1: home alone
Right off the bed
Coffee and cream
Make my voice sound like a dream
Or gravel
Or sometimes it falls in between
I got my life on
Never switched off
Now it's time to get away
Isolate myself for a day
Nothing sad, nothing rough
I want to feel like a child
Once is not enough

Tantrums I'm willing
To throw you all
Dance like I'm willing
Willing to throw you all

I changed home
And i whish you had been here
To fix my mood
While i fix this room
Test the bed
Go out for the afternoon
I whish I was there for you too
I picked the wrong day to find you
But I want and I'm willing
To take it all
Tantrums I am willing
Willing to throw you all

Tantrums I'm willing
To throw you all
Dance like I'm willing
Willing
To throw you all