Philadelphia - Molly Nilsson
The clouds in our eyes
Tell sweet little lies
I hope we won't ever be domesticated
Find new lovers difference
And our parents are dead
We don't have to be so complicated
I wanna be a sister to you
But do thinks normal siblings don't do
Want you to be
Like a brother to me
At night they call you on the phone
And that's alright cause I'm your ringtone
In the ghetto of my soul
You'll always be my bro
In the center of my soul
You're the tallest building I know
I wanna be a sister to you
And do things siblings don't do
Want you to be
Like a brother to me
I'll be a sister to you
And do things siblings don't do
Want you to be like a brother to me
