You scrape the windowpane now again
I am the passenger, it is you who drives
The town bleeds to death, everything is shut
You talk work, I long for home again
Oh, it is so hard to hear what you say
What is it that you really want to say?
The turn of the century villa gapes empty
You can glimpse the windows behind red leaves
And I remember your father's library
In the centre crossway the snow whirls, and it blows sparse,
through the single-household's double locks
And as Sweden sleeps, villas, forests, electric-lit tracks
Six thousand outside lights against the loneliness
The loneliness, the loneliness
Hard against hard against the loneliness
The loneliness, the loneliness
Hard against hard against the loneliness
A whole new light gives us new hope
But even the shadows become bigger now
And nothing is the same as it was
In your world of darkness appear your shortfalls, and mine
Like cracks where the light can force itself in
And I realise suddenly, love can only be seen
When roofs and walls collapse in again under loneliness
The loneliness, the loneliness
It is so hard to hear what you say
The loneliness, the loneliness
What is it you really want to say
The loneliness, the loneliness
Hard against hard against the loneliness
The loneliness, the loneliness
Hard against hard against the loneliness
The loneliness, the loneliness
Hard against hard against the loneliness
It is so hard to hear what you say
The loneliness, the loneliness
What is it you really want to say
The loneliness, the loneliness
It is so hard to hear what you say
The loneliness, the loneliness
What is it you really want to say
The loneliness, the loneliness
Hard against hard against the loneliness