Tales for the children who are like you
('bout a tunnel at the light's end)
I am your friend and we learn from each other
(That's one of the reasons)
Give them a finger and warm my hand
(In an ice-cold IKEA-land)
You are my friend and we learn from each other
(Just one of the reasons, one of the reasons,
one of the reasons, one of the reasons)
So spin my world again
The radio is playing our song
Stockholm lies deserted and the world is holding its breath
(What colour does the soul have)
Spin my world again
For everything we once dreamed of
Everything you do turns into pearls on my forehead
(What colour does the soul have, darling)
Give us a chance we are older now
(We see the light at the tunnel's end)
Give us a chance, we can learn from each other
(That is one of the reasons)
Tales for children who are grown up now
(The TV is on as background noise)
I am your friend and we learn from each other
(Just one of the reasons, one of the reasons)
So spin my world again
The radio is playing our song
Stockholm lies deserted and the world is holding its breath
(What colour does the soul have)
Spin my world again
For everything we once dreamed of
Everything you do turns into pearls on my forehead
(What colour does the soul have, darling)
(What colour does the soul have, darling)
(What colour does the soul have)
So spin my world again
The radio is playing our song
Stockholm lies deserted and the world is holding its breath
(What colour does the soul have)
Spin my world again
For everything we once dreamed of
Everything you do turns into pearls on my forehead
(What colour does the soul have, darling)
(What colour does the soul have)
(What colour does the soul have)
(What colour does the soul have)
(What colour does the soul have)