Only when the rains came
And the right wind blew
I took a train from Stockholm
Wide world via Flen
With the most ordinary of plans
And nothing new to come with
And there was actually nothing to flee from
Just nothing more to give
Only when the rain came
I realized something was wrong
It was a quiet shaking
Under the streets, far down
It was the most common premonition
Neither more nor less
And there was nothing to flee from
There was no time to pray
And a wide opened road rolls out in front of us
In a wasted town where atheists wear crosses
I tell you it was lucky you came
I have skyhigh pretensions and these are enough
But it’s nothing to me
Only when the spring came
With solidarity
I miss home to Stockholm
I realized the extent of my treachery
And with the lamest of excuses
No talk or letter
So there was actually nothing to say
It just was like it was
And a wide opened road rolls out in front of us
In a wasted town where atheists wear crosses
I tell you it was lucky you came
I have skyhigh pretensions and these are enough
But it’s nothing to me
It was a lonely long way home
It was a lonely long way home
It was a lonely long way home
It was a lonely long way home
It was a lonely long way home