Not That Fast (Ove Ritola)

Blame, it sleeps in its arms 'Til it's woken up by the charm Of unintended harm Unborn fortunate son Already number one Boxed up in fear of songs That reveal all And yes I know I'm not that fast To figure out what suits us best But I got there at last The box split open on demand And showcased something grand But those times are no longer at hand Rusty nails now hold the box Together cause they must What if all that remains is dust And bloody stains? And yes I know I'm not that fast To figure out what suits us best But I got there at last Blame, it sleeps in its arms 'Til it's woken up by the charm Of the unintended Of the unattended And yes I know I'm not that fast To figure out what suits us best But I got there at last