(morten harket/mags/pal waaktaar)
The cold has a voice
It talks to me
Stillborn by choice
It airs no need
To hold.
Old man feels the cold...
Oh baby don't
'cause i've been told:
Stay on thes roads
We shall meet, i know
Stay on...my love
We shall meet, i know
I know
Where join should reign
These skies restrain
'shadow your love...'
The voice trails off again
Old man feels the cold
Oh baby don't
'cause i've been told
Stay on these roads
We shall meet, i know
Stay on...my love
You feel so weak, be strong
Stay on, stay on
We shall meet, i know
I know |