Music by Martin Rehof, Mads Rehof, and Frederik Lind Köppen 
Lyrics by Martin Rehof
Performed by Martin Rehof (vocals, guitar), Mads Rehof (bass), and Frederik Lind Köppen (drums)
Mixed and produced by Mads Brinch Nielsen
Mastered by Emil Thomsen
Recorded at Sauna Recording Studio
Released by Tambourhinoceros

Lyrics:
When fountains spring 
Soak her in 
With what you see 
And what you say 
And what you dream 
Adorn despair 
Happily lost 
‘Cause you long to drop a dime into the depths 
Of her wishing well
’Til your blood runs cold
Slightly ill with heightened sensibility 
One with the mire 
Your soul’s on fire 
But you won’t sigh 
And you won’t care 
And you won’t cry 

Behold her splendour 
Her splendour
Every night 

The more that people swarm
Around her face
The less her eyes resemble anyone
But you might feel
Chosen from
A crowd of lovers waiting at her door
Every night
For a chance to play
The game that’ll have them leaping in the grave 
With emotions purged
And no sense of self
Spoken by a language not their own 

Behold her splendour 
Her splendour
Every night 

You’re crushed under the weight 
Of bubbling scum
And forms of things unknown
That flourish and fade 
With hesitating lights 
From distant planets 
That’ll swallow you 
And spit you out 
Cupid’s slings 
Have gone and made you blind
And wilfully oblivious
To the lurking pain behind each 
Exquisite frame
You’re crushed under the weight 
Of bubbling scum
And forms of things unknown 
That flourish and fade
With hesitating lights
From distant planets
That’ll swallow you 

Splendour 
Her splendour