Rosenkrantz & Kristiansgate (I'm Dead)

Under the roof of the Bristol Hotel
My thoughts are of flying without leaving my bed
I watch my cigarette fall down to the street
On Rosenkrantz and Kristiansgate I'm dead
On Rosenkrantz and Kristiansgate I'm dead

Oslo is waking, I'm barely breathing
Leaving this town with the neon in my head
Hands in my pockets, lost on the corner
On Rosenkrantz and Kristiansgate I'm dead
On Rosenkrantz and Kristiansgate I'm dead

But there's still some snow on the tops of the mountains
Still some songs that need to be heard
There is an undertow I've got to swim through
Clinging to the tip of the iceberg
Clinging to the top of the world
Clinging to the tip of the iceberg
Clinging to the top of the world

I'm walking and wounded, missing in action
Just another hungry mouth still to be fed
Seeking some shelter, watching young lovers
On Rosenkrantz and Kristiansgate I'm dead
On Rosenkrantz and Kristiansgate I'm dead

There's still a flag that needs to be planted
My final speech is yet to be heard
The fear of failing still be conquered
While clinging to the tip of the iceberg
Clinging to the top of the world
Clinging to the tip of the iceberg
Clinging to the top of the world

Clinging to the tip of the iceberg
Clinging to the top of the world
Clinging to the tip of the iceberg
Clinging to the top of the world