Fever Ray ( Karin Dreijer Andersson) Keep the streets empty for me

Memory comes when memory s old I am never the first to know Following the stream up North Where do people like us float There is room in my lap For bruises, asses, handclaps I will never disappear For forever, I ll be here Whispering Morning, keep the streets empty for me I m laying down, eating snow My fur is hot, my tongue is cold On a bed of spider web I think of how to change myself A lot of hope in a one man tent There s no room for innocence Take me home before the storm Velvet moths will keep us