Byssan Lull-Kari Bremnes

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:时间戳工具V2.0_20200810] [offset:0] [00:13.86]Once I had a lover in Berlin [00:17.04]Said a frail old woman from a table next to mine [00:23.19]His voice was like an ancient violin [00:27.30]And he spoke to me that voice that voice [00:33.48]I believe they call it falling for a man [00:44.25]But this falling made me fly left me soaring to the sky [00:59.43]There wasn any sense there was no plan [01:09.72]But who would trade this passion for the safety of dry land [01:18.45]Not I [01:22.59]Not he [01:25.08]And we knew we had to travel far away [01:32.19]We know we had to disappear were no one else could find us [01:54.24]A sailing ship would take us from the bay [02:00.45]It sails would fill with an offshore wind to blind us [02:10.50]We gambled our security the future for the now [02:26.10]Sailed off towards the storm safety east aside [02:33.75]We gone beyond what reason would allow [02:41.34]But who could tame the tidal wave and tell it where to go [02:50.55]Not I [02:52.62]Not You [02:55.50]Reality then brought it to an end [02:59.28]Said the frail old women shaking underneath her hat [03:40.14]A decent set of values is no friend [03:53.97]It reason now that blinds us please believe [04:10.26]And passion is not willing to be steered [04:25.05]Purity alone won fill a ship wide sails [04:38.49]Life will sometimes bring what we most feared [04:48.54]And who could ever say when to go or when to stay [04:56.73]Not you [04:58.86]Not we