Music and lyrics: Finn Arild

This love
is deeper than anything
I’ve ever felt before,
is filling me up and
spilling over to the floor.

Not like crushes leave me in despair.
Not like friendship,
but that feeling is there.
It’s more like the universe
demanding this is right.

This love.
We are so close we sometimes
read eachother’s minds.
Almost scary, how the two of us are
perfectly aligned.

Not like gears
in some advanced machine.
Not like figures on a computer screen.

More like birds in a magic flight of
courtship and desire.

My one, the love that we have
is all of what we have been.
And the seed - has grown into a tree
strong enough for any wind.

This love.
It will grow stronger as time pass
and we grow old.
Problems will come,
but we will turn them into gold

Not like jewels locked up in a safe,
not like first price in a donkey race,
more like an heirloom with more value than it’s worth.

My one, the love that we have
is all of what we have been.
And the seed has grown into a tree
strong enough for any wind.

Finn Arild: Vocals, guitars, bass, keyboards and programming.

For My One.