[ Featuring Skogen ]
Slipping away in the morning light
Feel a strange wind blowing from the room inside
And so, began the hour
Beneath the clouds hanging in the yard
Waving away from a marble arch
It's getting hard to hear you from the tower
And so, as it goes
Waiting for the day when someone knows
Nobody knows
So it could be magic
Right on the nose
But you'll never have it
But in awhile, I'll have to go
I'll exit while I'm up and on one sweeping note
Nobody knows
So it could be magic
Right on the nose
But you'll never have it
