作词 : Furuholmen, Harket, Waaktaar
 (Morten Harket/Mags/Pal Waaktaar)
 The cold has a voice
 It talks to me
 Stillborn by choice
 It airs no need
 To hold.
 Old man feels the cold...
 Oh baby don't
 'cause I've been told:
 Stay on these roads
 We shall meet,
 I know
 Stay on...my love
 We shall meet,
 I know
 I know
 Where join should reign
 These skies restrain
 'Shadow your love...'
 The voice trails off again
 Old man feels the cold
 Oh baby don't
 'cause I've been told
 Stay on these roads
 We shall meet,
 I know
 Stay on...my love
 You feel so weak,
 be strong
 Stay on, stay on
 We shall meet,
 I know
 I know