Paroles de Oslo

Nothing, I thought nothing of you Just another young man Running up the mountain There are many like you Mistaken, it's not meant to be this It's not meant to be love Crossing path and that is all And that was all Turning me And handle me Come through me And close to me Turning me And handle me Come through me And close to me I wish we had one long night Stain each other We won't one another But will you always remember ? Turning me And handle me Come through me And close to me Turning me And handle me Come through me And close to me