Hélen Eriksen

Beautiful faces Feel the cases Can't hold unto Not allowed to Swiss and beaten Hit and

Izaround a smile (Pam-param, pam-param...) (Pam-param, pam-param...) (Pam-param, pam-param...) Woah-oh,

Lost Place is thriving but I'm still getting in The dust On my boots and the ring Creaking of losing

A troubled feeling of closeness Thrills me and it scares me to death The open space of loneliness Belongs to

Da-da-deya, undeya Da-da-deya, undeya Dun-dun-dun, deya Dun-dun-dun, deya Dun-deya, dun-dun-dun-dun

Taking a pass in the dark-scented air Finding wild winds We have a love affair to share Open one eye and see

Pa-pa-ra-ra Pa-ra-ra Pa-pa-ra-ra Pa-pa-ram Oh Pa-pa-ra-ra Pa-ra-ra Pa-pa-ra-ra