Riding My Bicycle (From Feddersensgate 5A to Møllerveien 31)

I couldn't find that suiting phrase

I could not think of what to say

Once again you pulled me down

Under my skin yet again

I've seen the cut-throat bastard win

I've heard his lies, I've heard him sing

I've seen the cut-throat bastard dance

But I've never seen him take a chance

Release me and send me off to a place

Quiet and desolate

Release me and send me off to a place

Quiet and desolate

So let this compass point me home

Let this compass be the one

Don't let these songs take me away

Let my songs lead the way

Release me and send me off to a place

Quiet and desolate

Release me and send me off to a place

Quiet and desolate

Release me and send me off to a place

Quiet and desolate