Karma Town - Stine Bramsen

Eye, lips are grey

You’re in need of colour

Everybody looks down

Happy in this town

Spending your day

In your baby bubble

Always following plans

Never seen a chance

Get ready for the big show

And grab a seat of front row

We’re gonna make it all blow

Let it flow

You’re gonna start

With the sound of your own heart

Let that beatbox burst

And then you’re over the worst

You’re gonna start

In the rate to your own heart

Let your beat extend

It all comes back in the end

Why don’t you smile?

Did you drown in silence?

Can’t you hear our drum

Pounding as we come

Watching your sky — that air

Gotta find a light — somewhere

Secret side on your face

And brighten up this place

Get ready for the big show

And grab a seat of front row

We’re gonna make it all blow

Let it flow

You’re gotta start

With the sound of your own heart

Let that beatbox burst

And then you’re over the worst

You’re gonna start

In the rate to your own heart

Let your beat expend

It all comes back in the end

Get ready for the big show

And grab a seat of front row

We’re gonna make it all blow

Let it flow