Текст: Ane Brun. Linger With Pleasure.

I?ll rent a house somewhere
I?ll listen to biosphere
And all I see there
A straight line in the atmosphere
Every hour will be longer
And I?ll linger with pleasure

The only visitor I will invite
Is the whispering wind or the sunlight
I?ll leave all disturbants at home
The evening papers and the telephone
But I?ll bring my memories
Despite everything
I hope life will miss me

Maybe this is wishful thinking
And maybe I?ll just keep on sinking
But sometimes it?s enough to know
That there is a place where everything is on hold
Where the hours will be longer
And I?ll linger with pleasure