Blonde Redhead Oslo
Nothing, I thought nothing of you
Just another young man
Running up the mountain
There are many like you
Mistaken, it's not meant to be this
It's not meant to be love
Crossing path and that is all
And that was all
Turning me
And handle me
Come through me
And close to me
Turning me
And handle me
Come through me
And close to me
I wish we had one long night
Stain each other
We won't see one another
Will you always rememberãã?
Turning me
And handle me
Come through me
And close to me
Turning me
And handle me
Come through me
And close to me
