We are listening, heart-broken,
To soothing, calming voice
Of a man called Viggo Mortensen,
And Time leaves us no choice.
Dark thoughts in our brains are promising
Nothing,
Nothing,
Nothing,
But future where we will take the Road,
And Road will be as long as life
We only wish and truly hope
We'll take the Road with one we love.
In silence we are, with one bleeding heart
Colour-blind mesmerised we feel
That tragedy on screen is probably
The best known form of art.
Of a man called Viggo Mortensen,
And Time leaves us no choice.
Dark thoughts in our brains are promising
Nothing,
Nothing,
Nothing,
But future where we will take the Road,
And Road will be as long as life
We only wish and truly hope
We'll take the Road with one we love.
In silence we are, with one bleeding heart
Colour-blind mesmerised we feel
That tragedy on screen is probably
The best known form of art.
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