Oslo you're a pretty point of view Please remind her, did I get to you? I don't wanna answer questions I don't wanna lose, in Oslo I left my plane ticket on the train Twist my arm, is this a twist of fate? What a shame I don't wanna answer questions I don't wanna lose, in Oslo I found myself and I'm rearing to go I'll fight this fight but I'm dying on this hill, on this hill A high speed chase for a chemical My brakes don't brake and I'm flying down this hill, what a thrill I don't wanna answer questions I don't wanna lose, in Oslo