And our picturesque blame; we'll put it in IKEA-frames.
Up on the wall it looks profound,and reminds us Oslo is a small, small town.
So it's night and we dive into a basement that's alive with stupidity that melts into pairs.
But your good intent was clear when you split and left me hereto regret I left my high horse upstairs.
And with the way I say goodbye I could have ruined everything.
But I'll be seeing you around because Oslo is a small, small town.
Oslo
Song by The Little Hands of Asphalt
