Sorrow to My Door - Kari Rueslåtten

Rumours where I lit the fire, I lit the fire then ran away

My oh my, hold me tight, make it right

The house burned down to the ground, to the ground — ashes and dust

My oh my, hold me tight, make it right

I have tried to search my soul for traces of remorse

I find nothing of the kind

I will dance upon your grave

I won’t shed a tear that day

I will not bring sorrow to my door

I still hear you scream from the house, scream from the house — trapped inside

My oh my, hold me tight, make it right