Panopticon The Road To Bergen
Silent snow falls on the road to Bergen
The night is pale blue and white
The coldness of our slumber
It fades as we drive through traitorous mountains and falling snow
Worry in your eyes but you still glow
The cities there feel old
And we ache for it to be home
Wake in the cold morning
The Baltic sang us to sleep
Collapse on the mountain side by firelight
Sleeping in the snow on the road to Bergen
