Leaning Against the Wall
EIRIK GLAMBEK BOE, ERLEND OTRE OEYE
Your eyes are cold,
I know you'll tell me all.
Not to fall,
I lean against the wall.
I'm on the floor,
Not listening anymore.
I should have known,
The things to which you're prone.
(You cross your arms,
And tell no lies,
A thousand thoughts run
Through my mind,
A thousand words that I don't need,
I never thought you could do this.)
Your eyes are cold,
I know you'll tell me all.
Not to fall,
I lean against the wall.