(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