Dope
(Text och Musik av Cristoffer Escoz)

A small oasis in a desert land
The oil tastes better than the sand
An ancient thought in a modern head
But when they all come down
I am always alone

A little friend in an alien man
Said: "Hey, save yourself while you can"
A potential life has gone down my throat
And when we pray for hope
We start to turn to dope
And we're always left alone

But I take what I make
And I give it all to you
Can't you see you and me
Fit together perfectly
'Cause the music sets us free

A common feeling from American tales
Whatever happens it will be okay
A crazy sight from a prophet's dream
Proves that I was right
I always stand here alone

A noisy line from full-size lounges
So cliché that I found it dumb
A beaver's soul with a lion's cope
'Cause when we pray for hope
They confiscate our dope
And we feel so damn alone

But I take what I make
And I give it all to you
Can't you see you and me
Fit together perfectly
'Cause the music sets us free

Everything opens
So we can see
Shining so happily
Everything's like yesterday
Before we closed up heaven's door
Is there time for us now?

But I take what I make
And I give it all to you
Can't you see you and me
Fit together perfectly

Oh, but I take what I make
And I give it all to you
Can't you see you and me
Fit together perfectly
'Cause the music sets us free
There's no other way I could be