Gold Lane
Andreas Geidemark / Axel Mårdberg / Egon Westberg / William Mårdberg
I am holding your hand
Heat goes into my veins
A twisted blade can pierce me
And melt my golden grounds
But I will steal their knife
Cut through any concrete vest
I can be so versatile
My darling one
I'll borrow your fear
Put it in my rucksack
I can be so volatile my dear one
And I will cut any friends
That hold you down
We are marching
Dashing through winter winds
I will open the skies
We are marching
We are marching
We are marching
We are marching