From The Fourth - Leif Vollebekk

Well, the windows fogged up and the world it did freeze

With its restless passerby in the cold nighttime breeze

The violins dug in and one tear I cry

My ears were ringing when we stepped outside

Your sweat sweetly mixed with the sea salt air

Oh, I was glad when we decided to get out of there

And looking down the avenue

You said there’s only one cure for that ringing I hear

You were talking so close I could see and feel your breath

You smiled and told me that cure was death

You were always pretty clever, much more than you’d let on

Your kind of thinking was dead on

It takes two to tango, it took one to teach

You were in my arms but you were out of reach

And the windows fogged up and outside we did freeze

Amongst the restless passerby in the cold nighttime breeze

Evert now and again when I go out at night

I pass by some stranger who asks for a light

And her handwriting it don’t match up to yours

You said that all lamps are lit by one kind of fire

But in some kinds of light I just can’t call you a liar

And in the wine bottle bars and in the late night dawn

I often wonder which side of the glass you’re now on