Upstairs, Europe stars, I would stare but nothing there is like you are, asleep in those cold arms. Outside, a lonely night sizes up the site and I slide the covers over my eyes. You know I can't sleep otherwise.

Our trouble grows and grows, speeds and slows, rides and rolls in the snow. Eyes low in our Oslo, but high enough to see you awakened bright eyes, shining blue, but making moves away from me into another dream. That's so you.

So I try to sing something meaningful but I'm hitting all the wrong notes.