I tried to write a song about a man with no arms
All he had to give me was his name
Unfortunately I couldn’t speak his native tongue
And so we shared some silence in the rain

If I give him money will his arms grow back?
Will my well intentioned rambling ease the slack?
And if I promise to pray day after day will his pain go away?

Yeah, seriously what can I say?
Honestly, what can I sing?
When morning after morning Oslo waits in the rain

Yeah so I thought up some lines that seemed insightful and strong
Yes, the wit is dripping from my lips
But damned if I can’t manage to overcome advantage
My pride is swaying narcissistic hips

So,
Be warm
Be safe
Be full of grace