I Need Love

This winter's been cold

And outside an ice wind blows

And I'm still no good at working on these roads

There's a certain type of cold

There is a certain kind of cold

That grabs you in its hold

I need love

A fog horn calls

And the rain starts to fall

And out over the fjord

There's a circling plane

I believe we're the lucky ones

Yes I do believe we're the lucky ones

And the snow falls like feathers