Less Than Pure
MAGNE FURUHOLMEN, MORTEN HARKET, PAL WAAKTAAR
We're gonna go downtown
I hear this great new place
Has opened up
And when we get there
I don't know
It's taken ages, don't you know
How long, how long
Will this go on?
How long, how long
Time drags on
How long
I find I can't go on much longer now
But the place in question
Is hard to find
Not a cab-ride to the door
And you wonder in your doubtful mind
Is it really worth all that, and more?
We seem to be
A little lost or something
I'm not really sure
About the choice we're making
The toll it's taking
How long, how long
Will this go on?
How long, how long
The time drags on
How long
I find I can't go on much longer now
But the place in question's hard to find
Like an illness with no cure
And our heads are getting wearier
And our hearts are less than pure
Less than pure
