Emelie Josefin Eklund

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me,

So won't you kill me, so I die happy?

My heart is yours, to fill or burst,

To break or bury, or wear as jewelry.

Whichever you prefer.

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me,

So won't you kill me, so I die happy?

My heart is yours, to fill or burst,

To break or bury, or wear as jewelry.

Whichever you prefer.