(Listen to the song in here)

Moving on the floor now,
the perfect smile,
A flick to the left now,
you see the sign

You're not here to make friends
You're not here to socialise
That's your style,
they say

The lights in the twilight paint the room
This night is not over, it is red and blue
The agents are looking for a clue
And you can take one more, sure

The penthouse is yellow at his place
You tell the police, "I'm not like them”
In the countryside you have your space
And dreams to make it right,
one day alright.

Weekend's busy working
the city nights
Taking double the price
if it's after five

On a weekday you can get it done
"The wife? Can stay for seventy-five".
That's your style,
they say.

A terrible headache
The morning light
Is this your bed now
or someone's flight?

Smartcoin contract in advance
The agent lost her somewhere France
That's your style
they say

The lights in the twilight paint the room
This night is not over, it is red and blue
The agents are looking for a clue
And you can take one more, sure

The penthouse is yellow at his place
You tell the police, "I'm not like them"
In the countryside you have your space
And dreams to make it right,
one day alright.

Now she’s
one of the agents
with a good contract
An hour after explosion
safe back in her flat

But her former life was erased
All business contacts deleted
"That's Our Style",
now she says.

The lights in the twilight paint the room
This night is not over, it is red and blue
The agents are looking for a clue
And you can take one more, sure

The penthouse is yellow at his place
You tell the police, "I'm AM like them"
In the countryside you have your space 
And dreams to make it right,
one day alright.

About

This is a story about a near-future female secret agent who works various jobs in a big city. She secretly dreams of a quiet life on the countryside with a family, but instead is turned into one of the bad guys after an accident. Read the background story in here.

Credits

Written by Harri Alatalo

Produced by Juho Isomäki