the gothenburg streets were like silver sheets
as i kicked my feet through the snowy world
and in that land there i held the hand of my scandinavian girl
we stood as part of a bleak facade
though the city's heart was still beating
and for a while there i shared a smile with my scandinavian girl
and i stood there quite surprised
to see reflected in her eyes
the very thought i left unsaid as too unwise. and so we passed through a world of glass
and the moment passed and was lost to time
time too soon with his broken moon took my scandinavian girl