Besedila: Polly Paulusma. Scissors In My Pocket. Carry Me Home.

Spin me round, I'm blindfold
Once upon a time somebody told me
I was going to be someone
I was supposed to be someone
Now one half likes to carry, wants to share
I want to hold the candle
Load the gun for you
Only load the gun for you

But the other half yearns to be living that hard life
When I'm making breaking rules that are all my own, so

Blow winds and come rainclouds
Gather over my head
Blow winds and come rainclouds
Gather over my head

Cracks keep gaping down me
Opening great halls of tug-of-war
Where no-one is the champion
Where no-one is the champion
So slice me down the middle
Keep the half that wants to be
Your eyes, your arms to fight for you
Oh baby so hard for you

'Cause this other half
Needs to be living that hard life
Can you let me squeeze the trigger
Can you give me the gun
Give me the gun, oh

Blow winds and come you rainclouds
Gather over my head
Won't you come in
Blow winds and come you rainclouds
Gather over my head

If I win, are you man enough to claim me
If I fail, will you carry me home
Blow winds and come you rainclouds
Gather over my head
Blow winds and come rainclouds
Gather over my head
Over my head, over my head