| Song | Same Kind |
| Artist | Rebekka Bakken |
| Album | September |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Who’s this someone sitting next to me in this house | |
| With the same kind of cup in his hands like me | |
| Here we are again | |
| Drinking each others lack of confidence | |
| Not realizing we were never meant | |
| Collecting this kind of porcelain for years | |
| It’s all unspoken, well we never had the words | |
| Sweet silence, bitter turned | |
| I’m looking down into my silver spoon | |
| The only mirror that is in this room | |
| The silence keeps us both alive | |
| That’s what we like to think at night | |
| Before we try to close our eyes | |
| Who’s this someone laying next to me at night | |
| With the same kind of shade in his eyes like me | |
| Here we are again | |
| Drinking each others lack of confidence | |
| Not realizing we were never meant | |
| Sweet silence bitter turned | |
| I’m looking down into my silver spoon | |
| The only mirror that is in this room | |
| The silence keeps us both alive | |
| That’s what we like to think at night | |
| Before we try to close our eyes | |
| Sweet silence bitter turned | |
| I’m looking down into my silver spoon | |
| The only mirror that is in this room |
| Who' s this someone sitting next to me in this house | |
| With the same kind of cup in his hands like me | |
| Here we are again | |
| Drinking each others lack of confidence | |
| Not realizing we were never meant | |
| Collecting this kind of porcelain for years | |
| It' s all unspoken, well we never had the words | |
| Sweet silence, bitter turned | |
| I' m looking down into my silver spoon | |
| The only mirror that is in this room | |
| The silence keeps us both alive | |
| That' s what we like to think at night | |
| Before we try to close our eyes | |
| Who' s this someone laying next to me at night | |
| With the same kind of shade in his eyes like me | |
| Here we are again | |
| Drinking each others lack of confidence | |
| Not realizing we were never meant | |
| Sweet silence bitter turned | |
| I' m looking down into my silver spoon | |
| The only mirror that is in this room | |
| The silence keeps us both alive | |
| That' s what we like to think at night | |
| Before we try to close our eyes | |
| Sweet silence bitter turned | |
| I' m looking down into my silver spoon | |
| The only mirror that is in this room |
| Who' s this someone sitting next to me in this house | |
| With the same kind of cup in his hands like me | |
| Here we are again | |
| Drinking each others lack of confidence | |
| Not realizing we were never meant | |
| Collecting this kind of porcelain for years | |
| It' s all unspoken, well we never had the words | |
| Sweet silence, bitter turned | |
| I' m looking down into my silver spoon | |
| The only mirror that is in this room | |
| The silence keeps us both alive | |
| That' s what we like to think at night | |
| Before we try to close our eyes | |
| Who' s this someone laying next to me at night | |
| With the same kind of shade in his eyes like me | |
| Here we are again | |
| Drinking each others lack of confidence | |
| Not realizing we were never meant | |
| Sweet silence bitter turned | |
| I' m looking down into my silver spoon | |
| The only mirror that is in this room | |
| The silence keeps us both alive | |
| That' s what we like to think at night | |
| Before we try to close our eyes | |
| Sweet silence bitter turned | |
| I' m looking down into my silver spoon | |
| The only mirror that is in this room |