Nålens öga [English translation]

Someone stands at the gate

and breathes smoke

the shadow over the garden

reaches into our kitchen

Here comes the fear, old friend

When all the butterflies in the stomach wake up

whispering welcome home

I count three, four, five

(lie for me, yes lie for me)

It is not the blows that are felt

(lie again)

There runs an invisible border

(lie for me, yes lie for me)

Through the eye of the needle

Someone stands at the door

And listens quiet

the shadow over the threshold

reaches into my room

Here comes the fear, now again

When all the butterflies in the stomach are needled up

to a pattern on my bed

I count three, four, five

(lie for me, yes lie for me)

It is not the blows that are felt

(lie again)

There runs an invisible border

(lie for me, yes lie for me)

Through the eye of the needle

I count three, four, five

(lie for me, yes lie for me)

It is not the blows that are felt

(lie again)

There runs an invisible border

(lie for me, yes lie for me)

Through the eye of the needle

• Artist:Kent