Oslo - The Little Hands Of Asphalt

Written by：D. Benoit

It was a moment for the books

The calendar looked

Just like the novels we had only skimmed through

So I circled out the dates that I'll skillfully waste

For now that's going to have to do

It was the brightest summer day after we swam in the lake

That you told me our luck is gonna end

So we better be concerned we're where the subway turns

We need a camera and some cash to spend

And our picturesque blame

We'll put it in Ikea frames

Up on the wall it looks profound

And reminds us Oslo is a small small town

So it's night and we dive into a basement that's alive

With stupidity that melts into pairs

But your good intent was clear when you split and left me here

To regret I left my high horse upstairs

And with the way I say goodbye

I could have ruined everything

But I'll be seeing you around

Because Oslo is a small small town

I'm keeping myself calm

If just for the sake of staying warm

So with my eyes fixed on the ground

I admitted Oslo is a small small town