by Fever Ray on album Fever Ray (Deluxe Version)
When I grow up I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do Throwing out a boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up I want to live near the sea Cra
by Fever Ray on album Fever Ray (Deluxe Version)
When I grow up I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do Throwing out a boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up I want to live near the sea Cra
by Fever Ray on album Fever Ray (Deluxe Edition)
When I grow up I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do Throwing out a boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up I want to live near the sea Cra
by Fever Ray on album Fever Ray Deluxe
When I grow up I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do Throwing out a boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up I want to live near the sea Cra
by Fever Ray on album Fever Ray (Deluxe Version)
When I grow up I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do Throwing out a boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up I want to live near the sea Cra
by Fever Ray on album Fever Ray - IDK About You
Let's meet up When the time is right The time is right The time is right Well I don't know about you I don't know about you Let's find out What you are about What's hidden in there What you've got fo
by Fever Ray on album Fever Ray (Deluxe Version)
Memory comes when memory's old I am never the first to know Following the stream up North Where do people like us float There is room in my lap For bruises, asses, handclaps I will never disappear Fo
by Fever Ray on album Fever Ray (Deluxe Edition)
Memory comes when memory's old I am never the first to know Following the stream up North Where do people like us float There is room in my lap For bruises, asses, handclaps I will never disappear Fo
by Fever Ray on album Fever Ray (Deluxe Version)
Memory comes when memory's old I am never the first to know Following the stream up North Where do people like us float There is room in my lap For bruises, asses, handclaps I will never disappear Fo