The party's over:

Lanterns glow. The party’s over.
We dance some more.
We make no plans. Just talk about it.
Then we dance some more.
Down the line, right on time, you crossed me in style.
We’re lucky bastards if we’re lucky. We let love in.
Read about the ones who went there.
Drink, dream and wish we were there.
Read about it, knowing we’ll be there.

M&L: Mørk


Go back.