The stairs leading to you
Caved in under my feet
And I move forward, and I sound out
The surface of this world
From the Great North to the deserts,
A meaning and some answers
Stillness wants to see me dead,
I turn my back on it
To find the light
Of my genuine smile
The stairs leading to you
Are the same, time after time
A motor which turns without me,
Made of cold hard steel
And I run, and I move on
May the fall take me by surprise
Across the fjord, in winter
Under the claps of the thunder
I run away, I wait for myself
I ride the ephemeral
To find the light
Of my genuine smile