Lost in language of unspoken souls Slight of hand behind our frozen walls All is well in the emotional sprawl All gets s**ed into the Oslo Bowl It was a windy night after a sunny day The night 400 years of winter came The river flows with bad dream ink And the snow capped woods around us sink
Black lights screaming out across the bay White teeth dancing just to get away Lost in language of unspoken souls Slight of hand behind our frozen walls All is well in the emotional sprawl All gets s**ed into the Oslo Bowl