Stockholm - Palace Winter

Between the shores you’re searching for the divine

Before you lay your heart out on the line

And though you are not home, it’s best to not waste time

And hope that when you return all is fine

You travel even though the greetings cold

The answer is one we seek even when we’re old

And though you think your actions, may be bold

We stand here waiting for you to break the mould

Tonight I cross my heart and hope to die

A promise that from now there will be no lies

But still she see’s the loss, behind your eyes

The dust it settles down as she waves goodbye