Silver Birch against a Swedish sky
The singer in the band made me want to cry
WeÂ’re all inside our own heads now
We are leaving new friends
We are leaving this town
I wish you could be here with me
I would show you off like a trophy
The road it winds, it twists, it turns, now my stomach burns

Once again IÂ’ll be the foolish one
Thinking a blink of these lashes would make you come
DonÂ’t you worry, donÂ’t get in a state
I donÂ’t believe in true love anyway
WhoÂ’s being pessimistic now?
I could document this as our first and our last row
The more you look forlorn, the more to you I warm

I wonÂ’t be seeing you for a long while
I hope itÂ’s not as long as a country mile
I feel lost