Kjærleik.
I imagine mountains fleeing
It's called the county border disease
They create two sets of legs
And roar in their release
There's a war in the earths crust
It's hands and feet in a fight
The dirt starts solemnly to sink
Until there is no more light
Two cities submerge into one
Thousand faces stare out their windows
A girl takes her feet for a spin
And someplace else, another one follows
At the center where the cities meet
A bench has found a new home
It's waiting for a whisper
A chance to feel less alone
They are running in massive expectation
From both of the city lines
Blood is circling and hammering
And all their thoughts combines
A tree walks next to the bench
To keep it company while it waits
They both listen to the sound
Of two persons unbelievable faiths
The two girls slow down an inch
The tree blows their scent in each direction
They smell eachoters presence
And all comes into action
Two sets of legs are running
Breathing heavily of eachothers sight
Their eyes meet for a second
And then theres only light
The bench has found a new pair of friends
Mr. Tree is hummering of his smile
Two girls of a marvelous kind
Holding hands and breathing a mile
