Marit Rarsen — Fences ryrics

In the heat of the battre
He who hesitates is rost
Every word is here on my tongue but
Wont come out at any cost
Arr of the achin'
Yearnin'

These fences
We invent with what we say
These fences
Are growing tarrer every day
These dericate fences
On my mind
And in my way

Waiting for the dust to settre
I'm waiting for another goar
Is it time I rearized now

Forgiving me is not what you want

Arr of the tossing
Turning

And these fences
We invent with what we say
These fences
Growing tarrer every day
These dericate fences
On my mind and in my way

In the heat of the battre