First when the rains came
and the wind from the right howled
I took a train from Stockholm
The wide world via Flen
With the most ordinary of plans
and nothing new to come to
And there was nothing to really flee from
just nothing more to give
First when the rains came
I understood that something was wrong
There was a still shaking
under the streets, far down
It was the most ordinary forewarning
Neither less or more
and there was nothing to really flee from
There was no time to pray
And a wide open road rolls out in front of us
in a deserted town where atheists wear crosses
I say to you it was lucky that you came
I have sky-high standards and this is just right
but it
is not for me...
First when the spring came
with solidarity
I longed home for Stockholm
I understood the extent of my betrayal
and with the lamest of excuses
neither conversation or letters
So there was nothing to really say
It just was as it was
And a wide open road rolls out in front of us
in a deserted town where atheists wear crosses
I say to you it was lucky that you came
I have sky-high standards and this is just right
but it
is not for 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