Lip Unni Wilhelmsen

We'll never know unless I'll know real soon
Face to face with the prospect of moons
You left me no space, alternatives vanishing
Without a trace, in your room...

Now how do you feel
Any nights without sleep?
Oh, you have eyes! I wonder what they see
Foolin' me into believing you're wiser
Than all these men could be...

You had me biting my lip one day
- and ever since
In remeberance of that night
Whenever stage lights change I see your face

Discouraging distance
Then a breathtaking glance!
Sideways - always never to be caught
But sent to keep a young woman floating
Dwelling at your face
In her phantom search for grace
- that's me...

And why do I think
My happiness is measured by this:
A small sign from you
Notifying you'll leave her
For an hour or two
And me, I jeopardize
Much more than my pride
More than my passion, doing what I do now