The Talk - Erlend Øye

And so I’m back and I am stuck here in the same room

A thorough shuffle to the mail my first excuse

Not to immediately face the day’s agenda

Some very awkward words I need be telling you

Of a feeling that in motion through I’ve carried

For it to be worn off upon return

That grew inside me like a credit taken

In a currency I could no longer earn

No better way

No other time

No other call

No better line

As soon as now, within your room

It can’t go on

I’m not in love with you

My mouth has got a funny taste of metal

A pencil line’s been drawn upon my face

Weight has come to hang around my shoulders

For the knowledge of a doubt I can’t erase

Hey boy you never finish what you’ve started

Says the man I wanna be who I am not

Who will sacrifice his part as easy lover

To never be the one who holds and drops