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(Morten
Harket/Mags/Pål 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 these 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
(Pål
Waaktaar)
The soft
rains of April are over
The soft rains of April are over, over
Anybody home now
I am on the phone now, please...
The soft rains of April are over
The ferry across the water to Dover, over
Anybody home now
I am on the phone, oh I'd like to go back
Is it raining back home
I'm so alone
Just got up today
And my thoughts are miles away
With you
Well, they gave me four years
Three more to go
Keep writing letters
Time's passing so slow
The soft rains of April are over
The soft rains of April are over
Over
(Pål
Waaktaar/Mags/Morten Harket)
Talking
away
I don't know what
I'm to say I'll say it anyway
Today's another day to find you
Shying away
I'll be coming for your love, OK?
Take on me
Take me on
I'll be gone
In a day or two
So needless to say
I'm odds and ends but I´m me
Stumbling away
Slowly learning that life is OK.
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry
Take on me
Take me on
I'll be gone
In a day or two
Oh the things that you say
Is it live or
Just to play my worries away
You're all the things I've got to remember
You're shying away
I'll be coming for you anyway
Take on me
Take me on
I'll be gone
In a day or two
(Mags/Pål
Waaktaar)
"Night
I left the city,
I dreamt of a wolf..."
He came from where the winds are cold
And truth is seen through keyholes
...strange longings never sleep
Now he's come where no hearts beat
Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry now
You can start, but you cannot stop
You give in, but you can't give up
You can tell all your desperate jokes
To a world that puts
Love on hold
Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry now
Dreamt of a wolf
Yeah, a wolf
...the sunken-in eyes
And the pain in his cries
A shape in the dark...
Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry now
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