Tekst: Sondre Knutsen

When you fell to the heights,

with the absence of nights.

It was simply Paris and the lights

give it a go and you will find me alone

on the top of Sacré-Coeur.


Enjoying the day, drifting away,

with a pen in my hand

in a singular band.

Making memories hatched in paper.


Give me this chance to do right with a Dance.

The room will be made with a simple brigade.


Morning and night, all the same.


For me it’s life.


For some a game.