作词 : Elias Bender Rønnenfelt
 作曲 : Dan Kjaer Nielsen/Elias Bender Rønnenfelt/Jakob Tvilling Pless/Johan Suurballe Wieth
 How many more days of this stillness
 Before the fire will blow out
 A restless wind did use to stir it
 But its wind-still and the silence is loud

 How many more days of disorder
 Of drunkenly raving around
 I’ve been sleeping down here among minions
 Their carelessness scattered about

 Trapped in a body that doesn't act on thought
 I have a sense of utopia
 Of what I truly ought to do
 Born onto the tide
 Is it really any wonder that I’m here like this
 An alliance in body and mind
 Such a perfect lover i could become
 How many

 How many hollow declarations will follow
 Lulled into a trance
 I have been sitting in congress with nations
 Rubbing my perspiring hands

 How many attempts will it take to
 Bloom in splendorous foul
 Now I’m so tender and wingless
 Gangling out on the prowl

 Trapped in a body that doesn't act on thought
 I have a sense of utopia
 Of what I truly ought to do
 Born onto the tide
 Is it really any wonder that I’m here like this
 An alliance in body and mind
 Such a perfect lover i could become
 How many
 How many
 How many
 How many