I want it all and all the other stuff and you.I wanna run up the hill and tumble down without any excuse.

I know you feel the same – like nothing you’re told is the truth.I’m not spending one more day working 9 to 5

– from today I don’t know how to lose.

Made up my mind, and I don’t worry ‘bout what’s in your eyes.Heads and tails don’t matter – either way I’ll be rightI won’t go with the flow ‘cause it’s moving too slow.

But I’ve been chasing my tail from the moment you showed.

I’m gonna leave this town no matter what it takes.I hear your silent shout, but I can see you’re afraid.

I’ve been chasing you all across town.I see you playing dead, but I can hear your heart howl.

You turn it up, you turn it off, you turn around.Someone turned you down.So you dress up, you take it off, you spin around.Still no one took you out.Some people never change.Some are never the same.You’re trying too hard to be someone else.Trying to be yourself.

I can’t turn it up, I can’t turn it off, I won’t turn around.Are you ever gonna turn me down?There’s a photograph of a camera hanging from my heart.I wear it inside out.Some people never change.Some are never the same.You’re trying too hard to be someone else.Trying to be yourself.

You’ll get it right if you put up a fight.

My neighbor sings a serenade and cries about some boyfriend.I think I’ve met him in the hall before, and I can’t figure out her emotions.

Some kindergarten field trip make their way around evolution.As the next-door baby makes my day and starts screaming about devotion.

I can see how it looks and from here it ain’t half bad. I see everything exactly how I want it to look.

It started out with nothing, but ends with something good.

What makes 45 new messages and an ocean of unread mail?I should really call my mama up, and write down all the things to say.

My calendar says April, but all the months are all the same.I’d love a lot of people a lot of more, if it wasn’t always this way.

I can see how it looks and from here it ain’t half bad.I see everything exactly how I want it to look.

It started out with nothing, but ends with something good.

All my friends are traveling through or heading for some kind of cause.It’s not that I don’t wanna go, but I get confused by the numbers and doors.

I can see how it looks and from here it ain’t half bad.I can see what you mean and from here it ain’t half bad.

I can see through it all and from here it ain’t half bad.I see everything exactly how I want it to look.

It started out with nothing, but ends with something good.

You’re at your best when you’re not trying.You’re trying harder than you think.I’m not really here for the party.I just can’t let go of my drink.So I let go of myself – because I know that you’ll notice.But at the bottom of a bottle it can only get lonely.I know you love me, and I love the way you don’t let me know.

You’re always looking for answers, though you’ve heard them all before.And the million dollar question, only leads you to a million more.So you stop making sense and make fun of my flaws.But when you’re fooling around, it ain’t foolish at all.

I’ve told you that I love you too many times.But if you need me, like I need you, I’ll say it all night.So if you need me, like I need you, c’mon, and say it all night.

You’ve read it all in magazines or seen it on TV.It takes two to tango – and a man to take the lead.

I’m my mama’s boy, and nobody’s but my own.Still I’m shaking like a leaf – every time I realize, I’m really free to go.

Leave me now and I’ll leave you tomorrow.You say leave me now and I’ll leave you tomorrow.

You can’t be all that beautiful all of the time. And I can’t see the felony on your ugly side.

I know you’re warming up to turn stone cold– ‘cause you’re trying to keep your cool.

You’re always struggling to get somewhere soon. But you can only go as far as the moon.

Leave me now and I’ll leave you tomorrow.I say leave me now and I’ll leave you tomorrow.

I believe every word that we say when we’re drunk.‘Cause I know I didn’t hear them all.

The truth don’t get it right every time. And sometimes, the big boys are small.

Leave me now, leave me tomorrow.You can leave me now, leave me tomorrow.

‘Cause I’ll be back every time for as long as we’re both alive.

I’m out of words at the moment, because I don’t have a quote.I’m just thinking out loud here – didn’t mean to make a joke.I can’t remember your birthday, or the color of your eyes.You can get what you want, when you stop wanting lies.If I’m over the top, you must be The Valley of Darkness.

I’m warming up out of nowhere, because I don’t have a joke.I’m just too honest to know – how you cut me off with a quote.I never finish in last place, but I’m not number one.Guess that’s what you get, when you get what you want.If I’m over the top, you must be The Valley of Darkness.

You can have it your way if you want it. Whatever you do you’ve just done it.You can have everything you ever wanted. No matter the point I’ll think it’s funny.I’ll think of something, I’ll think of something – to get back at you, right on the money.Make a run for it, make a run for it – but once you get me going, there’s no way to stop it.If I’m over the top, you must be The Valley of DarknessIf I’m out of control, you should know that I’m just getting started

This house don’t feel like a home.The doormat is upside down.

The walls are inside out.This house whispers and moans.The floor makes pointy sounds.The ceiling is spinning around.

You can try to fix it – you can put up Picassos.And all your pictures from the past.

You can make it happen – you can make believe.And make a million of houses of cards that are all gonna crash.

Your house of cards is gonna crash.

This home feels like a house.The start is worse than the end.

The paycheck don’t cover the rent.This home don’t let anyone out.

We’re running in circles again.We’re haunting the things we say.

You can try to fix it – you can put up Picassos.And all your pictures from the past.

You can make it happen – you can make believe.And make a million of houses of cards that are all gonna crash.

Your house of cards is gonna crash.

This house of cards is gonna crash.

I know you too well to not know what you mean,When you look like your love got lost in your teens.I know you’ve told me before, but you meant something else.You meant the opposite of the meaningless, you meant the one that makes sense.I can’t hear what you’re saying, when you’re screaming out loud.I can’t see the bigger picture, when you’re flashing it around.Come on, baby, pick your battles.And stop picking on me.

You know me too well to misunderstand,When I call you “my love” and reach for your hand.It’s not to hurt you.But I don’t trust you to take it – like I don’t trust you with the truth.I can’t hear what you’re saying, when you’re screaming out loud.I can’t see the bigger picture, when you’re flashing it around.Come on, baby, pick your battles.And stop picking on me.

I guess neither of us have any answers.The only question left to ask is “does it even matter?”

Peter ain’t gonna go nowhere tonight.He’s doing dishes for dinner and grounded for life.I put a bouncer at his doorstep – wearing wedgies and tights.He had it coming.He had it coming, alrightSo you can howl at the moon.Crawl on your knees.He ain’t that fucking funny.But he’ll be here all week.

So keep your promises to yourself.Your scout’s honour, lemonade and cookies won’t help.It’s not punch in the face – I’m aiming way below the belt.You had it coming.You had it coming all night.So you just howl at the moon.Crawl on your knees.Whatever’s your trick.It don’t cut it for me.

Can’t figure out your intentions when you say it like that.Can’t figure out your intentions when you say it like you mean it.Though it never really meant a thing to you.

I think of evergreens and root beer, I just forgot how it goes.I feel like hopscotch on bourbon shots, but I’m all over the road.

And the road just gets longer with every step that I take.Somehow I wanna stumble – then again and again and again.If my head keeps spinning like this, baby, I wouldn’t wait up.I know it’s not just a game, but Simon Says it’s all outta love.

I’m pulling slot machines and dime bags.Pushing my luck around.

I’m thinking this must be Vegas – ‘cause the only way out is down.It feels like this is a robbery, but I’m the only one around.

I’m screaming out my lungs.But my knees against the pavement make the only sound.

If my head keeps spinning like this, baby, I wouldn’t wait up.I know it’s not just a game, but Simon Says it’s all outta love.

I don’t care for cops or the highway patrol.I know where I’m going and it sure ain’t Rome.

I’ll make a right and a wrong, whatever gets me gone.I wish you were going, but I’m all outta love.

Love is worst when you’re waiting for it – and love is never late.We can’t go any faster, our love can’t catch up with the hate.Something have to change, and some things get to stay.You and me are history repeating the same misery.Am I never gonna learn when enough is enough?Let go of my heart when the pounding stops.Am I never gonna learn – learn when to stop?When enough is really enough.

Everything will pass some day, nobody gets it all, babe.But maybe when we’re lost again, we’ll find each other on the way.Although we can’t see it coming it doesn’t mean it’s not there.Or maybe I’m just rambling from desperation and despair.Am I never gonna learn when enough is enough?Let go of my heart when the pounding stops.Am I never gonna learn – learn when to stop?When enough is really enough.

I’m a sailor on my very own ocean.My home is my tombstone, my boat is my grave.I’m cowboy and an indian.My gun gets the best of me, my heart is in flames.

THANK YOU:Sebastian Wolff, Nikolaj Wichmann, John O’Mahony, Andy VanDette, Karen Segall, Gamby Fattiggaard (Tang Family), Slap-A’ (Aaagaard Family), Rune Rask, Troels Abrahamsen, Bjørn Laursen, Blue Microphones & TC Electronic, Kashmir, Pede Pennemann, Bjarke Mogensen, Carsten Holm, Lasse Høgh, Michael Gonzalez, Marie Futtrup, Nephew, Anja Pil Overby, Burger, Jumme, Anders Wahrén, Simon Freiesleben, Live Nation, All the guys at Volcano (Ulrik, Jesper, Kristian, Morten), The good people at Target Records, Families & Friends