Philadelphia

Philadelphia - Molly Nilsson

The clouds in our eyes

Tell sweet little lies

I hope we won't ever be domesticated

Find new lovers difference

And our parents are dead

We don't have to be so complicated

I wanna be a sister to you

But do thinks normal siblings don't do

Want you to be

Like a brother to me

At night they call you on the phone

And that's alright cause I'm your ringtone

In the ghetto of my soul

You'll always be my bro

In the center of my soul

You're the tallest building I know

I wanna be a sister to you

And do things siblings don't do

Want you to be

Like a brother to me

I'll be a sister to you

And do things siblings don't do

Want you to be like a brother to me