Watch the reason arrival in my new ways, you'll be amazed      One long winter in Oslo, where the cost is low, and the townclocks chimes they rhymed   With all of the locals in the streets, I begged myself to greet them   But I had nothing to say, so I remained the fray    The broken glance of chance      I was silent for too long   And the songs were long, and they always seemed so wrong   I would read the local paper's news, but the relevance seemed more elegant   when the sound of the words made no sense   It could have been the cabinet of defense      But everything seemed pure, and even so demure, that I’d come back with a sense of gratitude