[00:05.810]It was a moment for the books.
[00:24.090]The calendar looked
[00:27.010]just like the novels we had only skimmed through.
[00:33.650]So I circled out the dates that I’ll skillfully waste.
[00:36.580]For now that’s going to have to do.
[00:46.680]
[00:51.420]It was the brightest summer day, after we swam in the lake,
[00:56.840]that you told me our luck is gonna end.
[01:03.110]So we better be concerned. We’re where the subway turns.
[01:06.080]We need a camera and some cash to spend.
[01:07.110]
[01:07.830]And our picturesque blame; we’ll put it in IKEA-frames.
[01:21.060]Up on the wall it looks profound,
[01:27.440]and reminds us Oslo is a small, small town. (Yeah)
[01:47.470]
[01:52.660]So it’s night and we dive into a basement that’s alive
[01:57.450]with stupidity that melts into pairs.
[02:02.730]But your good intent was clear when you split and left me here
[02:09.610]to regret I left my high horse upstairs.
[02:15.650]
[02:21.760]And with the way I say goodbye
[02:25.420]I could have ruined everything.
[02:30.780]But I’ll be seeing you around
[02:35.300]because Oslo is a small, small town.
[02:55.570]
[03:03.430]I’m keeping myself calm
[03:07.690]if just for the sake of staying warm.
[03:15.850]So with my eyes fixed on the ground