I wake up to the TV sports
I see two players on a court
There's Miss Chance on the one side
There's me on the other side
There are two players on the court

And the ball goes back and forth
It's full speed across the court
It seems to be able to
Avoid the net lik

Pull a blanket over me, I'm ready
for a long night's sleep
In black and white they'll come to
me, images I never seek
Dream away...I long to be in the back
seat of my Rolls Joyce, dream away
And as the city slips backwards, soon I'll
only hear the engine noise

I

Onthe wall a picture of a labyrinth
That follows me into my sleep
The pattern shapes the dream to come
A variation based on hide and seek
A killer draws a map out of the trails he made
While tracking his assassin down
A frightened boy makes drawings in his hide-
away<

In the middle of our lives I lost the right way, led
myself astray in a big city
No place that I could call my own, I longed for
peace and rest, there was confusion in me
Then I saw a pension in Rue du Temple, called
the "House of Thoughts"

I'm different from you
Yo

Have you heard, it's absurd
The pee-pee from a little bird
Wake up to fun, sinduction have occured
C'mon, let's turn this place into a House of Joy
C'mon, let's turn the world into a spinning toy

Is there anyone on their way to Betlehem to be
born?
Is there anyone s

Was that the final stroke of nine?
The moon creates violet hours
Desire is the will inside
This approval I feel for you

Well a voice within me sings
This concert is here for you
We do a duet very slow
A seam out of the finest thread

A break, God rules, this pa

Lay down my shield shaped like a woman
Take off my armour made for a man
Let go of the thought of anyone
Who claims to know who I am

Lay down the sword I named a lie
Put down the dagger I called the truth
So that nothing blurs my choice
Between to live or to die

From the radio a voice
Still it cuts right through the noise
A song is sung that's deeper than our hearts

The echo of an echo leads
To heavy perfumes that indeed
Bear the colour of the first sob

(Og storebroren tala til lillebroren sin)

I drink the water
The

God plays his harmonica
I just have to dance
Sirens a capella
I just don't stand a chance

God knows I'm reluctant
But I'm heading all the same
For the imminent destruction
Of my love's established frame

Oh, love gasoline
It's a colorless stream
And her

The first drink is the blood of the lamb
Sentimental, weak, but I get along
The next one, the roar of the lion
Is a much, much tougher song

Here comes the pig and the monkey
A dirty, unsteady honky-tonky
In the end, the noise of my bash
Is gonna kill the sound of me

Hey, baby, come with me
Here we go, another ride
Oh, it feels so sublime
The steam and fire engulf me
like a rising tide
This perpetual motion
Pumping, driving locomotion

Nigh train
Very, very slow, it goes where it has to gp
Steady on the tracks, it makes u

I'd like to tell you about a very old dance
Ring-a-ring o'roses, renaissance trance
And though it's old the steps come easy to you
You just do, do, do what you have to do

Yeah, yeah come rolling
Yeah, yeah, ina passacaglia

You sense a woman, say Miss mary Go-Round

Eg så deg der du stod, helt stille
Og du tok i min hånd, du så meg
En natt ble til ti og for alltid
Vi e alt det som eg har drømt om
Ooh, eg fant mitt paradis
Ooh, du e alt som e fint
Eg vil ha deg, vil ha deg og være din
Det fins ingen slutt, det her e evig
Eg vi

Have you been to Perish lately?
Such a special town
Avenues and boulevards
They take you up and down

Statues throw their long, long shadows
Ruins of belief
The city where I lost my memory
The city where I lost my dreams

I walk my turtle home
It takes forev

You ask me what I'm doing when I'm
all alone
It's not that I'm reclusive
Or even exclusive
I'm just preparing myself to see
you again

You ask me how I feel when I'm
on my own
It's not that I'm happy
It's not that I'm sad
I'm jst preparing myself to see

Son, if you're ready
I have something on my mind
It's from father to son and it's been
that way since time began

Son, if you'll listen
I'll tell you what my father said
On his dying bed I promised to tell
you what he told me

What is softer than water
What

My singarette shines from delight
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
The smoke adresses my favorite sight
I say hi, hi, hi

Morrowevening will be yesternight again
So and so on so and so
But tonight there's an end to attend
C'mon let's go, c'mon let's go

To the riverside,

Fingers on the harp-string creep
Music is a pool so deep
Feel the trembling world of sound returning
Work it with your heart and soul
Wash your face in sound and stroll
Into the ground that's always burning

So you get uncertain words
Poetry you've never heard
An

Swing high, swing low
Swing me, Swing City
The pendulum moves, the pendulum grooves
Swing me, Swing City

Streets flow like rivers, the market place is a
fountain
Buildings so big they compete with the
mountains
Between the new and old, what we think and
what

There was a time when our harps would sing
There was a time when our swords would clink
Now battlegrounds and songs of trust
Have muted, and reduced to dust

No, you were never my enemy
Except in the sense that you were like me
The quest for love took all my strength