Red & White Lines

[Verse 1]
(A cappella)
Summer of '26, I remember the heat off the asphalt
The bar on Kirkeveien, right before the last call
(Beat drops)
Felt your empty seat beside me, a space between the lines
Saw Haaland through the static, a sign of the times
Heard you whisper in the quiet, “‘Stang ut’ is in the past”
This time the ball is spinning in, a love that's built to last

[Chorus]
Drillos on the screen, red and white lines
Yeah, we were kings for the first time
Fists up in the air, blue in our eyes
Yeah, we were kings under foreign skies

[Verse 2]
Felt the gegenpress coming, a suffocating weight
But Ødegaard's a regista, rewriting our fate
One touch to kill the momentum, a turn to break the press
A perfectly weighted through-ball, to fix this whole damn mess
From the fjords to MetLife, the diaspora came home
To watch the transition monsters reclaim a stolen throne

[Chorus]
Drillos on the screen, red and white lines
Yeah, we were kings for the first time
Fists up in the air, blue in our eyes
Yeah, we were kings under foreign skies

[Bridge]
Twenty-eight years of waiting for a sound that felt like this
We stood on all the tables, a defiant, joyful kiss
For every single heartbreak, for every near-miss prayer
That was our year.

[Outro]
Red, white, blue. For me, for you.
Drillos.