Lyrics
monuments of stone
crafted in my dreams
a sudden sense of grief
the room was changing
hibernating sounds
soft and cold like snow
a disremembered line
your face was paling I swear
you've gone away from the in-between
appearing closer with every beat
it's in my nature to make a scene
stepping out of my mind
I saw you from above
in pink fluorescent light
a promise from the past
when truth was made up
burn it to the ground
it's time we let it go
you still remember centuries
that never happened
Frode Bakken, Stian Iversen
Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.