Petter Carlsen Paindrops
Last night we saw a giant eagle
Painting circles on the sky
The midnight sun was really eager
To make this view an all time high
Here we are beside his bed
The conversation turns to snow
Seems no one can break the silence
From a man we used to know
From a man we used to know
Going places we cannot follow
There is no sign of spark in his eyes
Where spark was meant to be
As substitute for words he can't find
Drops of pain are what he speaks
Not even in his final hour
Will he share what goes on inside
A chain of thoughts arrives this moment
When drops of pain escape his eyes
From a man we used to know
Going places we cannot follow
There is no spark in his eyes
Where spark was meant to be
As substitute for words he can't find
Drops of pain are what he speaks
Tables turn you never know
A chain of thoughts
Through the snow
To make this day an all time low
Drops of pain are what he speaks