Man came down from the fjords looking unwell with his Norwegian shirt
The relaxed and tender beat was brought by John Lennon with his skills to charm
I crawled out of the taxi. "Well, this isn't the greatest" my namesake criticized
In a somehow tense, strange tune the city was playing in my soul
I uncorked what we had brought with us, we threw tomorrow to the icy waves
We drowned in the troubles, thoughts and skies, strong willed ones
In the clear morning, in talkative company, I practiced being entertained
We sang familiar new things, that have a heart and a head
HEA HEA HEA HEA
We belted out quietly, and the fjord rang with our hymn
It was repeated by the echo and from inside the sweater the morning moth flew away
We talked about Junnu, I said I won't acknowledge the continuation of the tradition
All of that is above our heads and I work it in small batches
We drank that bottle, I queried for tips, we wrestled a bit
He lives, perhaps, everyday - the man who was mentioned to be a louse
HEA HEA HEA HEA
We belted out quietly, and the fjord rang with our hymn
It was repeated by the echo and from inside the sweater the morning moth flew away
We stayed away from the shadows, traded rhymes, smoked cigarettes
The far away north, freezing cold and sleety, we discoed to blazing heat
We live, we die, we carve wood chips to the waves on the shore
We answer to shouts, we board sentences to spirits and substances
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HEA HEA HEA HEA
We belted out quietly, and the fjord rang with our hymn
It was repeated by the echo and from inside the sweater the morning moth flew away