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They Just Left
[Verse 1]
The table once was set for four,
then three, then two, no more.
She eats alone in silence deep,
where memories and shadows sleep.
The walls are cold, the wind gets in,
she wraps her shawl against her skin.
The house she loved, it won’t reply—
just creaks and sighs and long goodbyes.
[Chorus]
They just left, one by one,
chasing light, chasing sun.
But she remained, slow and still,
with time and silence left to fill.
They just left…
They just left,
she is alone…
[Verse 2]
She calls the cows in dreams at night,
sings to ghosts beneath the light.
She sees his hands, still strong and kind,
a waltz that lingers in her mind.
The stove is warm, the bread is near,
but no one’s voice is left to hear.
Even the kettle starts to cry,
just steam and sorrow drifting by.
[Chorus]
They just left, one by one,
chasing work, chasing fun.
She stayed behind with roots so deep,
and stories even walls still keep.
They just left…
They just left,
she is alone…
[Bridge]
She waits in the door with the wind in her hair,
her breath like smoke in the frost-bitten air.
The barn is bare, the well runs low,
but something in her just won’t let go.
[Final Chorus]
They just left, without a sound,
left her heart on hollow ground.
But she remembers every name,
every fire, every flame.
Windows That Remember
[Verse 1]
Windows, like deep dark ponds
Framed in tilted weathered walls
Hoping still to stand forever
Welcoming, through storms and falls
[Verse 2]
Rain tells of a broken promise
Of voices that once filled the air
From the first stone to the rooftop
Love was carved with calloused care
[Chorus]
Windows that remember
Every laugh, each silent cry
Still waiting for the sunlight
Still reaching for the sky
They watched them leave without a word
No final glance, no last goodbye
[Verse 3]
Empty frames with shattered longing
Wish for hands to wipe the dew
Children’s breath upon the glass
Summer’s light to wander through
[Verse 4]
They dream of warmth returning
Songs that floated out at night
Feet that danced on wooden floors
And shadows kissed by candlelight
[Chorus]
Windows that remember
Every voice and lullaby
Still longing for the morning
Still blinking through the sky
They watched them leave without a word
No final glance, no last goodbye
[Bridge]
Time keeps walking past the porch
Seasons knock, but no one comes
Yet in the glass, a silent oath
Refuses to succumb
[Final Chorus]
Windows that remember
And still they hold the flame
They whisper to the silence
They call them back by name
Though years may fall like autumn leaves
They wait for life to come again
The Door is Open
[Verse 1]
The door is open,
someone whispers, come on in
But you have to push —
it’s old, it’s stiff with time and wind.
The wood is swollen,
the air is cold and damp with age,
A voice is breathing
through the shadows of this stage.
[Instrumental interlude]
[Verse 2]
I press my weight
into the gap, into the dark,
Each creaking board
a memory, a broken mark.
I hold my breath,
tiptoe through the heavy gloom,
Past the stove,
past the silence in the room.
[Chorus]
Hello… is someone here?
I mean no harm, I bring no fear.
A trembling hand, a voice so low,
A shadow stands in the window’s glow.
She turns to me and softly says,
I’m the one who left, but never fled.
[Bridge]
[Verse 3]
She fades like smoke
back into the falling night,
The air is still,
but something shifts inside.
She was the last
to ever call this place her own.
The walls still echo
what she couldn’t take along.
[Chorus]
Hello… is someone here?
I felt your breath, I felt you near.
A whisper through the pane of glass,
I was the last, the very last.
Then silence falls, the shadow’s gone –
The house is empty, but not alone.
The Overgrown Trail
[Verse 1]
I walked a trail through morning dew
forgotten, hushed, and still
Old wheel tracks carved in sleeping grass
a whisper on the hill
The birch had ears of newborn leaves
the brush reached out for sun
The world was shy, not yet in bloom
but waking, one by one
[Verse 2]
A sound came soft, like breath on skin
hooves on soil, a wheel’s low spin
A horse’s warmth, a quiet man
passed by without a plan
I reached to touch a velvet nose
but air was all I found
Yet hay and oats still lingered there
in silence, scent and sound
[Chorus]
An overgrown trail, where time stood still
A life once shaped by strength and will
A house remains, but no one stays
No voice to echo yesterday
Only wind remembers well
Only earth can truly tell
Of what once was
[Verse 3]
A mossy wall of ancient stone
built by hands, and hands alone
No engine roared, no measured pace
just broken backs and quiet grace
Inside the house, the chairs still wait
a drawer of spoons, a button’s fate
No footsteps now, no open door
They just walked out… and came no more
[Chorus]
An overgrown trail, where time stood still
A life once shaped by strength and will
A house remains, but no one stays
No voice to echo yesterday
Only wind remembers well
Only earth can truly tell
Of what once was
[Bridge]
And I could feel them walking near
the weight of time, the scent of years
But soaked in grass, in borrowed light
I wasn’t quite alone that night
[Final Chorus]
An overgrown trail, I walk it slow
In footsteps left so long ago
The house still stands, and memory sings
in all the quiet little things
For wind remembers well
And earth will always tell
Of what once was…
and what still is
The Wind Whispers a Chilling Song
[Verse 1]
What are they longing for, who calls their name?
Behind curtains faded by years of the same.
Dreams drawn in frost on a window pane,
Staring out – unsure what they’ll gain.
[Chorus]
The wind whispers a chilling song,
Of something better, somewhere beyond.
It hums of light, it sings of space –
Far from this quiet, far from this place.
[Verse 2]
The room is silent, but the walls still speak,
Of hopes too heavy, of hearts grown weak.
A house full of memories that never felt right,
And the wind keeps calling into the night.
[Chorus]
The wind whispers a chilling song,
A storm that dances through tired bones.
The notes turn sharp, the cold cuts deep,
Icicles forming where warmth used to sleep.
[Bridge]
Snow keeps falling like a thousand no’s,
But underneath – a yes still grows.
They fold the blankets, they close the door,
Step out in silence, don’t look anymore
.
[Final Chorus]
The wind grows quiet, but the song remains,
Echoing softly in windowpanes.
They chose to go, they chose to roam –
They simply left…
the house stands alone.
She Wore Lace
[Verse 1]
The lace still hangs where she left it last,
Whispers of silk and a tender past.
Paris was stitched in each fragile thread,
A city she dreamed, but never tread.
[Verse 2]
She pressed the fabric to her cheek,
Remembered the kiss, the words he’d speak.
He said they’d go, just him and her —
But duty bound him, and dreams deferred.
[Chorus]
It should’ve been her who went away,
She wore Lace
Not the others who chose to stray.
She stayed behind with chores and care,
While love and Paris vanished in air.
[Verse 3]
She made the gown with her own hands,
For a wedding that never made its stand.
He left with war and never came,
Left her with silence and his name.
[Chorus]
It should’ve been her who caught that train,
Not the one who bore all the pain.
The hills grew high, the woods grew deep,
She learned to long, and learned to keep.
[Bridge]
She saw his face in evening skies,
Heard his voice in lullabies.
But no one came, and nothing stayed,
Just time and lace that softly frayed.
[Verse 4]
Now years have passed, the wind stands still,
The house is quiet beyond the hill.
She puts the dress against her skin,
And feels the world dissolve within.
[Chorus]
It should’ve been her, and now it is —
She goes to find that long-lost kiss.
In silk and dreams she leaves this place…
To meet her love, in stars and lace.
The Well Who Speaks
[Verse 1]
Beneath the crumbling house of stone
The old well waits, no longer known
For years it kept the thirst away
For beasts and kin, in heat of day
[Verse 2]
But now it thirsts, the fields are dry
No hooves, no hands, no lullaby
The city’s roar, so far, so near
Rattles down its walls of fear
[Chorus]
Where did they go, the ones who came
The hands that drew, the lips that named
The children laughing at the rim,
The songs that echoed from the brim
They just walked away, and never turned back,
Left the well with silence, and a heart full of cracks.
[Verse 3]
It knew the winters, biting cold
But spring returned in green and gold
The bloom of meadows, bees and light
The scent of dusk, the joy of night
[Verse 4]
They danced through summer’s velvet heat
They prayed for rain, they sowed their wheat
Then autumn came with burning leaves
And work that clung to worn-out sleeves
[Bridge]
Wind in the trees, like a breath from the dead
Frost on the stone, where no footsteps tread
The bucket swings, but hits dry air
No one’s left to offer care
[Chorus]
Where did they go, the ones who stayed,
Who knew the songs that seasons played,
Who carried water, brewed the tea,
And told their dreams beneath that tree,
They just disappeared, they never looked back,
Now the well is dry, the world fades to black.
[Final Verse]
The well still waits, with tales to tell
Of all who lived, and drank, and fell
But time runs thin, the story fades
Into the dust, where memory wades
[Outro]
If someone comes, and dares to lean,
They’ll hear the voice of what has been.
Down the Doorsteps
[Verse 1]
She stands by the door
with a suitcase in her hand
All she owns now, fits in that bag
Memories packed in folded clothes
Of a time that’s gone, of a life she chose
The fire’s out, the walls are cold
Even summer days can’t break the hold
The laughter’s faded, the voices gone
Just silence now, where they belonged
[Chorus]
They just left, no goodbyes
Took the wind, took the sky
Took the echoes from the walls
And the creak of midnight halls
They just left, like autumn leaves
Gone with time, like whispered dreams
Now she’s walking down the lane
With nothing but her name
[Verse 2]
No more footsteps on the stair
No children laughing anywhere
The key beneath the welcome mat
She leaves it there—no turning back
The cat still sleeps on the kitchen chair
But no one stays, no one cares
The rocking stops, the kettle’s dry
She wipes her tears, she doesn’t cry
[Chorus]
They just left, no goodbyes
Took the wind, took the sky
Took the echoes from the walls
And the creak of midnight halls
They just left, like autumn leaves
Gone with time, like whispered dreams
Now she’s walking down the lane
With nothing but her name
[Bridge]
Maybe there’s a place ahead
Where sunlight finds her hand instead
Where voices call and people stay
And hearts don’t pack and walk away
[Final Chorus]
They just left, no goodbyes
Took the wind, took the sky
But she walks into the blue
Where maybe something waits that’s true
They just left—but so did she
Now she’s part of history
And the silence that remains
Will never sound the same
Who Were They
[Verse 1]
It’s so beautiful,
so sad — are they no more?
They are forgotten — those who struggled
Those who built — those who laughed,
Those who cried and those who danced.
[Verse 2]
Forgotten are the children
those who played —
Those who fell
Those who stood up again.
Forgotten is the joy, the simple,
the real, the good.
[Chorus]
But I don’t want to forget.
I want to see their faces,
know their names —
the ones who lived here.
Who were they – where are they now?
[Verse 3]
Forgotten are the weary nights,
the hunger in spring, the fever, the fear.
Time is gone — and it won’t return.
The time before they just left…
[Interlude]
[Bridge]
I want to feel their joy,
taste their sorrow.
Breathe in what they carried
in silence and song.
[Chorus]
No, I don’t want to forget.
I want to stand in their footsteps.
Hear the whispers in the walls —
the ones who lived here.
Who were they – where are they no?
[Outro]
The place we all came from…
The simple.
The good.
Who were they – where are they no?
The Last Cup of Coffee
[Verse 1]
I sit down in the old chair,
take a look around.
Fingers on the coffee cup,
hoping it’s still warm — or just not cold.
I close my eyes to feel
who sat here last,
on the final morning,
after the final night in his own bed.
[Verse 2]
I see his hands — rough, worn,
placing down that cup
for the very last time
before he rose, and simply left.
An empty bottle on the counter,
a plate and a dulled old knife.
Crumbs on the table,
now speckled with bird shit and mouse life.
[Chorus]
He didn’t say goodbye —
just pulled on his coat,
grabbed his hat like he always did,
and stepped out into the snow.
No fear, no fuss,
he left the fire to die.
I called out, where are you going?
But he just disappeared into the night.
[Bridge]
Was he running, or was he free?
Is that the way it has to be?
Some leave notes,
he left a chair and steam still on the cup.
[Verse 3]
A broken glass, a stained old apron,
the chair still pulled away.
The scent of him still lingers
in the ashes of yesterday.
I rise now from that same chair,
look once more at the door.
He went where I can’t follow —
but I step outside once more.
[Final Chorus]
He didn’t look back —
just disappeared in the storm,
his boots deep in the snow,
his silence loud and warm.
I called again, where are you now?
No answer — just the wind.
I follow the tracks
and let the darkness pull me in.
Stillness Ain’t Peace
[Verse 1]
The music never fades —
but the notes turn cold.
A blizzard builds,
where the warmth once rolled.
Frozen melodies —
no fire can hide.
They linger…
like smoke in the tide.
[Verse 2]
Each chord,
an icicle pressed to the soul.
Rolling and rolling —
a snowball with no control.
But somewhere out there —
a promise remains.
Something softer,
something beyond these chains.
[Pre-Chorus]
She waits… on the stone.
Eyes like fire
in a world of bone.
Calling them forward —
into the unknown.
[Chorus]
They don’t know where it leads —
but they can’t stay here.
There’s a fire
they’ve never felt.
Freedom’s knocking at the glass —
and the silence
is too loud to bear.
They’re the last —
the last to leave.
[Verse 3]
Longing turns to aching
deep in the chest.
Afraid to miss
what could have been best.
Before the silence
becomes a roaring tomb —
And all that’s left
is a shadowed room.
[Bridge]
Stillness ain’t peace
when it echoes alone —
And silence can scream
in a house made of stone…
[Final Chorus]
They don’t know where it leads —
but they’re done standing still.
There’s a fire
out past the chill.
Freedom’s knocking —
and they won’t pretend.
They’re the last…
the last to leave.
[Outro]
The last
to leave…
De ekte historiene…. The true stories…
Sixteen and Gone
[Verse 1]
Second-hand shoes, holes in the seams
Carried her sister and all of her dreams
Frost on the glass, breath in the air
Winter steam curling in her tangled hair
[Pre-chorus]
She didn’t tell a soul, she didn’t write it down
Just stepped on the platform, left that small town
[Chorus]
Sixteen and gone, riding the line
Steel rails singing like a prayer in time
Every mile a thread she can’t rewind
Sixteen and gone, and she’s never looking behind
[Verse 2]
Pocket of coins, bread for the day
Stories they’d heard of a city far away
Hands wrapped tight, two hearts beat fast
One ticket forward, no shadows from the past
[Pre-chorus]
She didn’t tell a soul, she didn’t write it down
Just stepped on the platform, left that small town
[Chorus]
Sixteen and gone, riding the line
Steel rails singing like a prayer in time
Every mile a thread she can’t rewind
Sixteen and gone, and she’s never looking behind
[Bridge]
Smoke from the engine, black in the sky
Dreams in her pocket she can’t let die
The town grows smaller with every turn
The fire ahead is the only burn
[Chorus ]
Sixteen and gone, riding the line
Steel rails singing like a prayer in time
Every mile a thread she can’t rewind
Sixteen and gone… sixteen and gone…
«The Other Side of Home»
[Verse 1]
She was sixteen, the frost still in her hair
Led her sister through the city air
Hands that had carried more than their years
Eyes that learned early the weight of tears
[Verse 2]
Back in the valley, the lines were drawn
Some chose the enemy, some held on
Her man was taken, she stood alone
Two sides of a war inside one home
[Chorus]
And she never spoke the names out loud
Kept her head when the world bowed down
Built her life with steady hands of stone
On the other side of home
[Verse 3]
Her youngest brother, barely grown
Met the bullet on a street unknown
She held that loss like a hidden flame
Never letting it speak his name
[Chorus]
And she never spoke the names out loud
Kept her head when the world bowed down
Built her life with steady hands of stone
On the other side of home
[Bridge]
She fed the hungry, kept the fire warm
Took the storm as the way things are borne
Never bent to the weight of years
Never let the world see her tears
[Final Chorus / Outro]
And she never spoke the names out loud
Kept her head when the world bowed down
Built her life with steady hands of stone
On the other side of home
Two Weeks on the Rails
[Verse 1]
Cold wind off the wire, boots worn thin
Two weeks of hunger, where do you begin?
They said follow the rails, you’ll find your way
Every tie, every step, just another day
[Chorus]
Two weeks on the rails, the long march home
Steel lines shining where the lost men roam
No cheers at the station, no marching band
Just the earth and the sky, and the will to stand
[Verse 2]
Night falls silent, frost bites deep
Dreams of the mountains he used to keep
Skis on the wall, dancing shoes put away
Now the road is the bed where the shadows lay
[Chorus]
Two weeks on the rails, the long march home
Steel lines shining where the lost men roam
No cheers at the station, no marching band
Just the earth and the sky, and the will to stand
[Bridge]
Every mile is a bargain with the cold
Every step is a story left untold
He walks past towns that never learned his name
Carrying the weight, but it’s not the same
[Final Chorus (litt mer åpen i slutten)]
Two weeks on the rails, the long march home
Steel lines shining where the lost men roam
No cheers at the station, no marching band
Just the earth and the sky, and the will to stand
[Outro]
Follow the rails, they said…
And you’ll find your way home.
The Quiet War
[Verse 1]
Photographs fading on the kitchen wall
Names we can’t remember, faces we recall
We thought the rails would lead us far from this
But the signs on the station walls are back again
[Verse 2]
They came home standing, but they carried the weight
The quiet was heavier than chains at the gate
They spoke in glances, not in names
Some debts could never be repaid
[Chorus]
We have no one left to ask, the last voices are gone
The stories stay untold, the years move on
We walk in their shadow, but we don’t know the cost
The quiet war was never lost
[Verse 3]
A code between men who wore the same badge
Kept the truth folded, a silent dispatch
They judged the accused with the law in their hand
But the verdicts still echo in a restless land
[Chorus]
We have no one left to ask, the last voices are gone
The stories stay untold, the years move on
We walk in their shadow, but we don’t know the cost
The quiet war was never lost
[Bridge]
Not tortured, not taken, not left in the ground
But some part of mercy can still weigh you down
A freedom returned with a shadow inside
And a silence they kept ‘til the day they died
[Final Chorus / Outro]
We have no one left to ask, the last voices are gone
The stories stay untold, the years move on
We walk in their shadow, but we don’t know the cost
The quiet war was never lost
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Heart of the House
[Verse 1]
Crackle of fire in the old black stove
Dry wood sighs as the embers glow
Bread is rising, the room turns gold
Harvest stored against the cold
[Chorus]
Keeper of warmth, silent and true
You feed the night, you carry us through
Stone and iron, steady as time
Black stove burning, heartbeat of home
[Verse 2]
Sunlight slants where the shadows bend
Autumn wind waits around the end
Feast or famine, you never fade
Soup and hope in the pot you made
[Bridge]
When the house grows still and years roll on
Your quiet flame will linger on
[Chorus]
Keeper of warmth, silent and true
You feed the night, you carry us through
Stone and iron, steady as time
Black stove burning, heartbeat of home
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