Silver Birch against a Swedish sky

The singer in the band made me want to cry

We're all inside our own heads now

We are leaving new friends

We are leaving this town

I wish you could be here with me

I would show you off like a trophy

The road it winds, it twists, it turns, now my stomach burns


Once again I'll be the foolish one

Thinking a blink of these lashes would make you come

Don't you worry, don't get in a state

I don't believe in true love anyway

Who's being pessimistic now

I could document this as our first and our last row

The more you look forlorn, the more to you I warm


I won't be seeing you for a long while

I hope it's not as long as a country mile

I feel lost