Mørk majestet

So am I
Good or bad
The way that things did turn out
I did only make you sad

And we cried and we cried
On the phone
Oh, but in my mind
You were never that all alone

Oh, you were majesty
Your roads were heavy
And your longing was cut from bone

(...)

But in my mind
I could still climb inside your bed
And I could be victorious
Still the only man to pass through the glorious arch of your head

Foto: Tor Guttormsen