Lyrics
You'll never hear it
The sound of water running freely
Just the snow beneath your feet
The gravel underneath
You'll never hear it
Ooh, ooh
No one left to speak
Ooh, ooh
You'll never hear it
The sound of wind is disappearing
People walking down the streets
The empty galleries
You'll never hear it
You'll never see it
You'll never feel it
Standing on the peak
Your fingers on my cheek
Telling me to stay, to stay, to stay
Written by: Even Steine, Jakob Bechmann Hansen
