Fever Ray - Seven (Nic Chacona Strobelight mix) lyrics

I've got a friend who I've known since I was seven We used to talk on the phone, if we have time, if it's the right time Accompany me by the kitchen sink We talk about love, we talk about dishwasher tablets, illness And we dream about heaven I know it, I think I know it from a hymn They've said so, it doesn't need more explanation A box to open up with light and sound Making you cold Very cold I leave home at seven Under a heavy sky, I ride my bike up, I ride my bike down November smoke and your toes go numb A new colour on the Globe It goes from white to red, a little voice in my head says oh, oh, oh I know it, I think I know it from a hymn They've said so, it doesn't need more explanation A box to open up with light and sound And if you don't You're on your own