Icy Tracks Songtext
von David Myhr

The train stops and itâs minus thirty C
Icy tracks making up our destiny
Somethingâs wrong with the driverâs system
Yes indeed, itâs the north of Sweden

We donât speak here if weâre not forced or drunk
Talk is cheap and the silence worth a buck
I can tell youâve got the sharpest tongue
Come on honey and give me some


Today might be our lucky day
Weâre stuck where thereâs no station
Now we could make it all the way
Or freeze this situation
Itâs about us having the guts to open up now, not later
We could end up with something so much greater

While weâre here in this tiny closed-up space
I can tell secrets straight up to your face
I make my point and before weâre leaving
Weâll find out where this trip is leading

Iâve been trying to let my feelings run
As it is thereâs no running to be done
Now weâre here with all this time to kill
Letâs move forward while standing still

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Today might be our lucky day (thereâs no station)
Today might be our lucky day (thereâs no station)

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