Dorian - Agnes Obel

They won’t know who we are

So we both can pretend

It’s written on the mountains

A line that never ends

As the devil spoke we spilled out on the floor

And the pieces broke and the people wanted more

And the rugged wheel is turning another round

Dorian, carry on

Will you come along to the end

Will you ever let us carry on

Swaying like the children

Singled out for praise

The inside out on the open

With the straightest face

As the sad-eyed woman spoke we missed our chance

The final dying joke caught in our hands

And the rugged wheel is turning another round

Dorian, carry on

Will you come along to the end

Will you ever let us carry on

Dorian, carry on

Will you come along to the end

Will you ever let us carry on

Dorian will you follow us down