Tekster: Kings Of Convenience. Leaning Against The Wall.

Your eyes are cold,
I know you'll tell me all.
Not to fall,
I lean against the wall.
I'm on the floor,
not listening anymore.
I should have known,
the things to which you're prone.
(You cross your arms,
and tell no lies,
a thousand thoughts run
through my mind,
a thousand words that I don't need,
I never thought you could do this.)

Your eyes are cold,
I know you'll tell me all.
Not to fall,
I lean against the wall.