(Pal Waaktaar)

They say the world's an eventful place
You give me news
I don't want to know
You say that I should care
That I should speak my mind

Oh, but how can I speak of the world
Pushing by
With a lump in my throat
And tears in my eyes
Have we come to the point of no turning back
Or is it still time to get into
The swing of things

Let us walk through this windless city
I'll go on til the winter gets me
";Sleep..."; you wrote ";sleep, my dear";
In a letter somewhere

Oh, but how can I sleep with your voice in my head
And and ocean between us
And room in my bed
Have I come to the point where I'm loosing the grip
Or is it still time to get into
The swing of things

When she glows in the dark
And I'm weak by the sight
Of this breathtaking beauty

To be continued...