Minnen.
Minnen.
Minnen.
Minnen.
Minnen.

Hundratals minnen, hundratals ögonblick.
För och nackdelar. Med allt.

I do believe it's true,
that there are roads left in both of our shoes.
But if the silence takes you,
then I hope it takes me too.
So brown eyes I'll hold you near,
cause you're the only song I want to hear;
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.