Tekster:
Hanne Hukkelberg

He still held my hand in his thread His head filled with helium Pulled me up so i couldn't walk But look at things from a different angle To hang on

The sea is like a neverending tune And it comforts with its wave so pure Comes in every corner of my body And smiles and warmes And it peels me with

Boble av bomull Spinner rundt Med meg Inni seg Gjennomsiktig Sansene svimles Synet slores Bobletid Hver detalj Blir storre her Som snekrystallens

I admit I wonder I sometimes Wonder where you are Takk! Hold kkkkkk?ft mann!

How do i put words about love on a piece of paper Will a beloved let a cliche thrill him Then should i dare present my love La la la la la la la la...

Go, little girl, to the woods, the trees They've been waiting for you and your Springscream in green You've come to make them see And to set them free

Hundred and fifty years old A mind colored in gold He barely believes he's alive Knuckles and blod's getting dry Can't go to sleep at night He has to