I've got nothing to say to you
I've got to look ahead
That love that I once felt for you
Is by now as good as dead

No, I'm not fooling anyone
And least of all, myself
I still believe that you will come
And take me back again

What good is it to comb my hair?
It won't be touched by you
Why wake up when you won't be there?
Why go outside? It's lonely there

The sky is full of stars tonight
The air is warm and clear
That silence that I longed to find
Is cold and senseless now, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Eirik Glambek Bøe, Erlend Øye