[Verse]
In Oslo, it's warm, and people walk through the city quietly
Like friendly zombies, like a sleeping army
A secret rhythm of sudden sticks
A slow-burning flame of safety lies at the heart
We can feel it, but cannot find it
In and out, between us, a thin silver trail of broken glass
Stitches us to the ground, reflecting us, cut and run
The city windows covered with cardboard and wood panels
Oslo Oedipus
Oslo Oedipus
Oslo Oedipus
I am Oslo Oedipus