Текст: Thomas Dybdahl. Dice.

I often wonder how exciting life would be
If I only I would seize the opportunity
To break free of all conventions and conform
But a worried face soon comes over me

But I am
Only once, not twice
At the mercy of dice
But I am
Only once, not twice
At the mercy of dice

We went to bed and turned the stereo on low
Heard the timer creek and windows rattle gently
Although we smiled, there were no words left to say
A soothing draft was all I had for company

But I am
Only once, not twice
At the mercy of dice
But I am
Only once, not twice
At the mercy of dice