Oslo - Blonde Redhead

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

Staring at each other

We won’t see one another

Will you always remember?

Turning me

And handle me

Come through me

And close to me

Turning me

And handle me

Come through me

And close to me