It was 4 seasons in Oslo
Where they greased the wheels for our eyes
When they bleached the brides
My skin turned to purple veins
Locked my mind inside the chains
And all the Norwegian women bled like rubies
Over a beach of shells
Candlelight on the bones in the moon
Cooked peasants in a Witch’s ritual
Oslo was in my heart
When we wed
Winter crosses full of lead
Turned my mind to paint
And rippling vapors whipped at every corner
Oslo was in my heart that day
We danced a fandango
Through the avalanches of sleighs
The mountains broke for all old anger
Oslo nights in wonderfalls
Heartbroken men, and the shallow women call
For the moneymen from the big U.S. city
The commercial life
The vacations and all the models
Bankruptcies in graveyards of drifting winds
Featured photo from the book by Geoffrey Wren
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