Stockholm Lyrics

A boy looks like an old man

He huddles in the cold

And reaching for the darkness

Away from the half-light

A dark girl wanders on, and on

She bears a wound for you

A car comes to a halt

Inside a man is waiting

He is calling his house

Eyes fixed at the gun
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A bag is tossed to the ground

It's content's already used

The cold subsides and someone dies

There in the half-light

He is calling his house

Eyes fixed at the gun

A language she don't know

Telling her about love

She lets him in

He takes his chances