Stockholm

There's a shelter underneath the Saints Bridge,
It's full of messages and traces of randomness
There's a stronghold built upon a hill
Upon a hill where I used to play when I was a kid
A kid, a kid, a kid, a kid

And I'll probably miss you when I'm gone
Don't know for how long, for how long I'll be gone
But I'm quite sure that I'll miss you when I'm gone
To where I belong
Stockholm, Stockholm, Stockholm, Stockholm

There's a discoverer made of solid gold
A golden ship of which only me and Jen know the name
There's a couple beside a little pond
And they'll keep dancing there until the years have passed and I've gone old
Gone old, gone old, gone old, gone old

And I'll probably miss you when I'm gone
Don't know for how long, for how long I'll be gone
But I'm quite sure that I'll miss you when I'm gone
To where I belong
Stockholm, Stockholm, Stockholm, Stockholm