[ Tekst: Hilde Louise Asbjørnsen ]

Chainsmoking in a rainy Seoul
I know they can tell how this roaming is making old
The milage don´t count when you can´t see the road
and I can´t see the road

We´ve been lovescaping, hunting silver wrapped in gold
We´ve seen every sunset and sunrise unfold
But the further I go the less I want to see
And the higher I climb, the more I long for you and me

So
let´s make dinners
let´s lock the dors and just stay in
and laugh at the winners
look at old pictures from Berlin
But let´s not go there
let´s just sit here
and put everythig at stake
let´s make a baby, for heaven´s sake


I´m so tired of
living up to standards that somebody else are setting and I
so don´t mind if
Paris is a pearl,
New York turns the whole world
the Jazzpolice are coming for me,
if I´d break I´m sure they´d all adore me
But lately all these people do is bore me

let´s make dinners
let´s lock the doors and just stay in
and laugh at the winners
look at old pictures from Berlin
but let´s not go there
let´s just sit here
Let´s put everything at stake
Let´s make a baby for heavens sake

[ Tekst: Hilde Louise Asbjørnsen ]

THIS WINTER

This winter's been lasting
for what seems a year
these storms have been blasting
and all you want to do is get out of here
it took all you had in you
all
the beautiful fall you had in you
turned to tears
And you've been a bad girl
But it's pure luck you didn't go mad, girl
This winter's been playing around
with the ground that you stand on
pulling you down
you were bound to be hands on that long
lost thrill

No will could disrupt this change of seasons
no love could survive these storms
No past could supply your heart with reasons
No heart can restore what life transforms

And you've been a bad girl
but I have never seen you this sad, girl
this winter's been playing around with the ground that you stand on
pulling you down, you were bound to be hands on that long lost thrill