Morten Harket

Saw you walking by the place
Where we used to meet
Turn your head and disappear
Onto busy street
Nothing mattered
Back when the things were true-
But you were beautiful
You had things to do
The snow has covered every track from me to you
And you will never know, my love, what I think of you
Did you touch the sky,
Like you wanted to?
Did you make a life
The way you told me to?
Would I see it in your eyes,