To call for hands of above to lean on

One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
Both under influence
We had divine sense
To know what to say
Mind is a razorblade

To call for hands of above to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no

The Knife: Heartbeats

We've been listening to the song Heartbeats by the Knife a lot lately. So it has inspired me to post some pictures from our Sweden trip. I'd love to spend a day in Stockholm, grab a tundbrulle from a street vendor, and wander the city.

Oh perhaps I should mention that the Knife are a Swedish music group. That might help explain the connection between the two thoughts.