作曲 : Borge Sildnes

The mockingbird sings her last lullaby

of a million laments, you should all cry.

Say goodbye to moral laws,

filled with pointless anecdotes.

There are countless wannabes within these walls.

Over plans into exploit,

from faint distant hopes,

so nothing here can be of any use.

The night is full of standards,

all different but all the same.

of whom we'll not to say.

Who's unique anyway.

I went here open-minded.

I came here in bone of fire.

They steer in the one direction.

I can simply jump aside.

But I'm caught like a deer,

caught like a deer in headlights.

I don't really have to stay in this place.

I know it for a while. I should be on my way.

Say goodbye to moral laws.

filled with pointless anecdotes.

There are countless wannabes within these walls.

Over plans into exploit,

from faint distant hopes,

so nothing here can be of any use.

The night is full of standards,

all different but all the same,

of whom we'll not to say.

Who's unique anyway.

I went here open-minded.

I came here in good faith.

They steer in one direction

I could go the other way.

But I'm caught like a deer,

caught like a deer in headlights.