Icy Tracks

The train stops and itâs minus thirty C Icy tracks making up our destiny Somethingâs wrong with the driverâs system Yes indeed, itâs the north of Sweden We donât speak here if weâre not forced or drunk Talk is cheap and the silence worth a buck I can tell youâve got the sharpest tongue Come on honey and give me some Today might be our lucky day Weâre stuck where thereâs no station Now we could make it all the way Or freeze this situation Itâs about us having the guts to open up now, not later We could end up with something so much greater While weâre here in this tiny closed-up space I can tell secrets straight up to your face I make my point and before weâre leaving Weâll find out where this trip is leading Iâve been trying to let my feelings run As it is thereâs no running to be done Now weâre here with all this time to kill Letâs move forward while standing still () Today might be our lucky day (thereâs no station) Today might be our lucky day (thereâs no station) ()