Text: Inga Liljestrom. Stolen.

Tundra, fjords and ice
A small silent man
The lines on his hands change
I'll unravel him

You're stolen me with love
I'd have given it anyway

A mountain top
No need for air
Keep me breathing
So high here

You're stolen me with love
I'd have given it anyway

You're stolen me with love
I'd have given it anyway

I cried into his beard
A wolfman into beard
Melt into your hands
Suck into your mouth