Lyrics
We could be
Circling around the same old trees
Waiting for a guiding star
Up high
Underneath
All the words you told me
There was a question
To stay
Driving to Norway
Swimming in the north bays
Wandering the highlands
Dreaming of the old days
Driving to Norway
Swimming in the north bays
Wandering the highlands
Dreaming of the old days
With you
You could say
We are the oldest game
We are the sweetest tale
Of love
And I keep pushing it
You keep loving it
I keep pushing it
You keep loving it
I keep pushing it
You keep loving it
This play
Driving to Norway
Swimming in the north bays
Wandering the highlands
Dreaming of the old days
Driving to Norway
Swimming in the north bays
Wandering the highlands
Dreaming of the old days
With you