The land that we stand on is not ours
The house that we sleep in is empty
There's ice on the lake and it looks so old
The days are becoming friendlier

The water has broken in new clouds
The wrist of the skyline is bleeding
The temperature's stagnant as rooftops and love
I don't know any place where we're needed

It's over
(she loves you)
It's over
It's love

Give me a minute
And I will wait for an hour
Write an address on my eyelids
And I'll stamp my mouth
Give me the Surname of Copenhagen to look up
And I'll stamp my mouth