57 - Stine Bramsen

　　Here I am, I'm in everything you hear

　　Here I stand with shaky legs

　　And as my earth begins to spin I hold on to

　　whatever I can do

　　Here I lay with my arms open wide

　　Hit me now, hit my heart

　　I know the ceiling may be white, but in my

　　mind the sky is velvet blue

　　This is my private setting

　　My lucky fiftyseven

　　This is a screening of my heart

　　Where I will play the leading part

　　My written start

　　Is this a touch of heaven?

　　My lucky fiftyseven

　　These are the words in which I lay

　　My hungry heart for you to slay

　　Another day

　　Do you see, do you see the power in me

　　Do I please your picky ears

　　Can I carry all this weight, am i too late

　　to take the stage alone?

　　Over me, over me the birds will cry

　　Over me the rain will pour

　　And I will soak and I will blow in northern

　　winds until I finds my zone

　　This is my private setting

　　My lucky fiftyseven.

　　This is the screening of my heart

　　Where I will play the leading part

　　My written start

　　Is this a touch of heaven?

　　My lucky fiftyseven

　　These are the words in which I lay

　　My hungry heart for you to slay

　　Another day