He's calling me flying free
Over ice-covered range
Hole deep within longing filled
For a fistfull of Kroner
One, finally I'm feeling like
I'm a part of a whole
Love laced with sex no regrets
I'd give a fistfull of Kroner
Legions of cement-block lairs
Only one distinct among the squares
Heat way down south haunted house
Out of which I am walking
North we will freeze in our sleep
Warmth is a fistfull of Kroner
Dreams of the years bringing tears
For the months that grow longer
Castle all our own
Palace owned for a fistfull of Kroner
In his heat sheltered from the cold
Mystic love gets so fucking old
It all comes to you
Green in his eyes
Paralyzed by their sensual luster
Star carved in spine blood like wine
Art for a fistfull of Kroner
Lonely in the night, it feels right
I am waiting for someone
Love I can't buy, time to fly
With my fistfull of Kroner
Singing while the music wanes
Embracing to the calling of
the Cranes
