Ffwd - Christine Owman

Fast forward, until what’s behind the passed

I can feel my breath at last

Fast forward, am I now what I never was?

Blaming won’t work, the trying does

(So stop)

It’s forgivable

(Stop)

But not forgettable

(Stop)

It’s regrettable

(Stop)

Today I’ll be hopeful

(Brother breathe)

Sit on your shoulder whisper in your ear

«wasn't one but now I’m here»

(Brother breathe)

I stroke your cheek over your first grown beard

And kiss that wet cheek when your eyes are teared

(Brother breathe)

(Brother breathe)

(Brother breathe)

(Brother breathe)

Sit on your shoulder whisper in your ear

«I was too young but now I’m here»

(Brother breathe)

I stroke your cheek over your first grown beard

And kiss that wet cheek when your eyes are teared

(Brother breathe)

It’s regrettable

But not forgettable

It’s forgivable

It’s regrettable

But not forgettable

It’s forgivable

(Brother breathe)

It’s forgivable

(Brother breathe)

It’s forgivable

(Brother breathe)