(Pål Waaktaar)
 
There is no time left,
We are caught of the animal’s theft
For human blood
Every mortal night
Every pain of delight
In the honest display
All the [bad word] real
All the madness revealed
In the honest display
There’s a world of untold ages
There are books between the pages
And letters in the words
Travel by trap-doors
Our souls are a myriad of wars
And we are losing everyone
Now without a word spoken
Now everything’s said.
Every mortal night
Every pain of delight
In the honest display
All the [bad word] real
All the madness revealed
In the honest display
Pain force me writing letters to the posterity
And when days of death is with me
That captured pain will live my life out
So perfectly!
Forgive me if I’m wrong.

* Note: the part of the text was later used for the song "This Alone Is Love" on the A-ha album STAY ON THESE ROADS

Pål Waaktaar: Guitar, Vocals
Magne [bad word]  Synthesizers
Øystein Jevanord: [bad word]  Percussion
Viggo Bondi: Bass Guitar
Produced by Svein Erichsen
Mixed by Svein Erichsen and Tore Aarnes
Songs Arrangements: Pål Waaktaar

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