No Roots - Alice Merton

I like digging holes and hiding things inside them

When I'll grow old I hope I won't forget to find them

'Cause I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night

I built a home and wait for someone to tear it down

Then pack it up in boxes, head for the next town running

'Cause I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night

And a thousand times I've seen this road,

A thousand times

I like standing still, boy that's just a wishful plan

Ask me where I come from, I'll say a different land

But I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night

I count gates and numbers, and play the guessing name

It's just the place that changes, the rest is still the same

But I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night

And a thousand times I've seen this road,

A thousand times

I like digging holes,

Hiding things inside them

When I'll grow old

I won't forget to find them

I like digging holes,

Hiding things inside them

When I'll grow old

I won't forget to find them

I've got no roots

No roots