(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
To be continued... |