Finner ikke ord - Oslo Ess

Sitter her på dag nummer fem

Linjer, ark og penn

Ingenting rimer etter hundre timer

Føler meg stum, bomull i munn

Hakke tenkt klart på en stund

Finner ikke ord, tror jeg leiter for hardt

Jungelen er for stor og tiden for knapp

Finner ikke ord, bare går rundt i ring

Ringer ingen bjeller, ringer ingenting

Tusen ting å si til deg men alt blir bare dumt

Så full av følelser, men hodet mitt er tomt

Blanke ark i morra, Og blanke ark i kveld

Hva faen skal jeg bruke dissa fargestifta tell

Alt jeg skulle si, de orda du sku få

De blir på tunga denne gangen også

Leser Thorèu, Viktor Hugo, det hjelper jævla lite nå

For jeg har aldri kjent disse greiene før

Eller hvertfall glemt hva jeg pleier å gjør

Orda ligger gjemt men jeg håper jeg kan

Finne dem fram til deg en annen gang

Har tusen ting å si til deg men alt blir bare dumt

Så full av følelser, men hodet mitt er tomt

Blanke ark i morra, og blanke ark i kveld

Hva faen skal jeg bruke alle fargestifta tell

Hello, Jeg trenger noen timer til

Har tusen ting å si til deg men alt blir bare dumt

Så full av følelser, men hodet mitt er tomt

Blanke ark i morra, og blanke ark i kveld

Hva faen skal jeg bruke disse fargestifta tell

Sitting here on day number five

Lines, sheets and pen

Nothing rhymes after a hundred hours

Feeling dumb, cotton in my mouth

Chop thought clear for a while

Can't find words, I think I'm looking too hard

The jungle is too big and time too short

Can't find words, just walks around in a circle

No bells ring, nothing rings

A thousand things to say to you but everything just gets silly

So full of emotion, but my head is empty

Blank sheets tomorrow, And blank sheets tonight

What the hell am I going to use these crayons tell

All I had to say was the words you should get

They will be on the tongue this time too

Thorèu reads, Viktor Hugo, it helps damn little now

Because I've never known these things before

Or at least forgot what I usually do

The word is hidden but I hope I can

Find them for you another time

Have a thousand things to say to you but everything just gets silly

So full of emotion, but my head is empty

Blank sheets tomorrow, and blank sheets tonight

What the hell am I going to use all the crayon count

Hello, I need a few more hours

Have a thousand things to say to you but everything just gets silly

So full of emotion, but my head is empty

Blank sheets tomorrow, and blank sheets tonight

What the hell am I going to use these crayons tell