Who opens the door, who opens them all
And everywhere I turn I return
To the place where it hurts, to where it all begun
For a lifetime of madness yet to come?
A lifetime of madness yet to come?
Every time I try to stand the heat
Like I could take on the world, I end up burning down
And everywhere I drive in my car
No matter how far, I end up where I start
For a lifetime of madness yet to come?
A lifetime of madness yet to come?
Oh, a lifetime of madness yet to come
Oh, a lifetime of madness yet to come
I know what kind of man I have
I know what kind of man I have
I'm not that kind of woman, man
I'm not that kind of woman
I'm not that kind of woman
I'm not that kind of woman, man
I'm not that kind of woman
I'm not that kind of woman
And I know what kind of man I have
It's eating its way to the surface
It's the forgetting of you
That I loved you, I loved you, I loved you
I know what kind of man I have
It's eating its way to the service
It's the forgetting of you
That I loved you, I loved you, I loved you
I know what kind of man I am
I know what kind of man I have
I know what kind of man I have
WRITERS
Ingrid Helene Havik, Kristoffer Bonsaksen, Oeystein Moen, Stephen Stills, Trond Bersu