The Professor by Hanne Hukkelberg Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hundred and fifty years old
A mind colored in gold
He barely believes he's alive
Knuckles and blood's getting dry

[Verse 2]
Can't go to sleep at night
He has to complete his fight
But everything draws towards an end
He cannot any longer pretend

[Verse 3]
But his work and ideas still live
There's so much more to give
There must be a way this can be solved
A solution both simple and bold

[Verse 4]
As clear as lightning from the sky
As obvious as day and night
The idea was that the professor, of course
Needed a successor