Table for One - Petter Carlsen

A long and narrow hallway

Shining brightly in pale green

«What might have been?»

He`s staring at the exit sign

A journey through the inside

«What might have been?»

Bloodshot eyes, warning signs

No consolation

«What might have been?»

Eyes meet eyes, they realize

There`s just one shot in this life

Table for one

Can he feel that I think of him now?

He`s on his last legs

Is there someone who speaks of his name?

Worn out hands, the emptiest plans

A search for atonement, no second chance

«What might have been?»

He`s staring at the exit sign

A journey through the inside

«What might have been?»

A long and narrow hallway

Shining brightly in pale green

«What might have been?»

Worn out hands, the emptiest plans

A search for redemption, no second chance

Is it light at the end?

Can you feel that I think of you now?

Where have you gone?

This thought is as close as I get