When the wind turns north, and the ground is hard and frosty
No soil to be found, and no window to sneak in or out
And a shadow grows all around, your mind gets lost and found
You must find a trail now, just how to do your magic
When all you really want is to climb a roof and shine
A damp old city where alleys weep all night and sigh
Between the lies and the teeth, between the corpses and the sweet, ohh
The bluest haze is surrounding us, us, us
We have to move, all this gloom in us, us
Rise above, jag vill vara med dig, it´s growing inside
When a heart is heavy and thorned, it bends the ceiling
When sorrow leaves you behind and words are hard to find
A sence of cleanse yet of numb, a state in between
To vanish be gone scattered out, in dreams I feel it
To leave a trail and come back, to earn a second life
To learn to see around corners, hearing upside down
Between the lies and the teeth, between the corpses and the sweet, ohh
The bluest haze is surrounding us, us, us
We have to move, all this gloom in us, us
Rise above, jag vill vara med dig, it´s growing inside
