Oh, Where Can You Be
This sensitive ironhand
Nailed loosely against the wall over there
On the right side, I see you standing
And not moving
You are thinking or sleeping
You're somewhere else
You're somewhere else
And I turn around in disguise
For your inner obscenities
The escape, from the heart, from the start
From the third floor, from somewhere
Is an ignorant swan, floating about
Flying above the waters, or drowning deep in the chill
A car in master speed
Loose of control and pop music
Inside the jacket
When you dance in red velvet
And spin the round world and world
The music out of the loud speaker
Oh, where can you be
Oh, where can you be
Oh, where can you be
Oh, where can you be
Oh, where can you be
Wine and blue candles, the old carpets and the blood pillows
The melody melts together with you
Wine and blue candles, the old carpets and the blood pillows
The melody melts together with you
Autor(es): Christelle Ravneberget, Øystein Sandsdalen