Stockholm in dry white snow
Lights are low
Cars drive by real slow
Strangers are passing by
In the cold
But they will never know
See right through their minds
And sometimes I I'm waiting for her on a corner, my chest is full of hope
Songs about her are playing on my Walkman radio When she comes by
Then we will fly into the light
She'll bring the warmth and melt the ice
She makes me smile
Diamond flakes fall through the sky
Then we will fly into the light Life is all frozen here
But I don't care
Cause I will disappear
People are passing by
Into her smile
With staring eyes
I know what's on their minds
It scares me deep inside.
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