The Bear - Aleksander Tromsdalen

I said "Please stay next to me like you said you'd do." But you always do what you want to do I saw the flame in your eye, it was turning blue That's what love will do, yes, that's what lust always does I saw the shame on your heart start to pull you through Back to the depths of this hell where we bury ourselves Romance. That's what we call romance Andrea, we're fine. Just put your hand in mine I know we're worth the fight We're still young, but not this time We're running out of life If this is goodbye, well I swear I understand I bit off more than I could chew I tried to fly but couldn't land I swore I'd follow you to hell and back if that was in your plan Well, my god, I can't believe I really used that line again Just let go of me Romance. That's what we call romance Andrea, we're fine. Just put your hand in mine I know we're worth the fight We're still young, but not this time We're running out of life Andrea, we're fine. Just put your hand in mine I know we're worth the fight We're still young, but not this time We're running out of life And I've never been great with words at times like these Where everything sparks, everything flames and everything inevitably ends And as much as I'd like to lie, or better yet, say everything that's on my mind... I force myself to believe the things you say What if I can't? Andrea, we're fine. Or are we out of time? I know we're worth the fight I may not make it out alive

Oh, it's fiddle-de-dum and fiddle-de-dee, The dancing bear ran away with me; For the organ-grinder he came to town With a jolly old bear in a coat of brown. And the funny old chap joined hands with me, While I cut a caper and so did he. Then 'twas fiddle-de-dum and fiddle-de-dee, I looked at him, and he winked at me, And I whispered a word in his shaggy ear, And I said, "I will go with you, my dear." Then the dancing bear he smiled and said, Well, he didn't say much, but he nodded his head, As the organ-grinder began to play "Over the hills and far away." With a fiddle-de-dum and a fiddle-de-dee; Oh, I looked at him and he winked at me, And my heart was light and the day was fair, And away I went with the dancing bear. Oh, 'tis fiddle-de-dum and fiddle-de-dee, The dancing bear came back with me; For the sugar-plum trees were stripped and bare, And we couldn't find cookies anywhere. And the solemn old fellow he sighed and said, Well, he didn't say much, but he shook his head, While I looked at him and he blinked at me Till I shed a tear and so did he; And both of us thought of our supper that lay Over the hills and far away. Then the dancing bear he took my hand, And we hurried away through the twilight land; And 'twas fiddle-de-dum and fiddle-de-dee When the dancing bear came back with me.