Burn, money; burn I don’t like the wheels that you turn You don’t know the value of things I still like your bells when they ring
Burn, money; burn What I was taught is not what I learn I don’t need an IQ-score to beat Take my heart, there’s nothing to compete
You could say that Love’s late for someone You could say that Love waits on someone
Sing, my heart; sing I know that you can change anything I cross the street and lean on the wind The truth is like a whisper, laughing Sting, my heart; sting Our enemy must save their own skin It just takes a spark to light across If they could, they would want to be like us
Music and original Swedish lyrics by Joakim Berg English lyrics by Morten Harket Produced by Erik Ljunggren and Steve Osborne Mixed and recorded by Erik Ljunggren at ljunggrenstudio.com
Drums Karl Oluf Wennerberg Guitars Staffan William-Olsson Keyboards/programming Steve Osborne, Erik Ljunggren