Texty:
Kurt Nilsen Rise To The Occasion

heard your man walking away without a word And you thought: Who's gonna make my decisions I can't make'em on my own Who's gonna rise the occasion when

I wanna be the shadow when you walk around, I wanna be the soles of your shoes when your feet touch the ground. I wanna be the rain that covers your

I have built a conscience I have better believes I can see the most of the evening Leaving me no grieves And this you left me I?m holding on Spend

The same?s firned and drew my fingers In this dizzy never ends I?m out here on my forgiveness round Walking down the devil?s steps My hands are sore

We got the roll of the beat of the drums And the base comes blasting on And the light that blinds your eyes And the guitar soundin nice And the girls