the cardigans
never recover
How I always memorize every single misery and I seem to glorify everything inside of me and the hero never dies if the lover hides between the sheets there's no escape cause you can't sleep and then you'll see you're just like me... That's what you called waste of time I'll be waiting down the line that's what you called waste of time waiting for your valentine that's what you called waste of time I know where your hero hides that's why you don't sleep tonight that's what I call life with a hero in the past you hang on to history such a loss will always last and there's no recovery.