In Stockholm the days rush by
I'm waiting for you at home every night
I long for you, you're so fine
Everyone are sleeping, it has become cold
On the bus people dream of another life
I'm waiting for you at home
I miss you forever and always
In my heart, in an empty wallet I find a picture of us when we walked on the bridge, hand in hand.
In the background are the falling stars
We were so young then, that was a different time
We ran into the morning light, hand in hand.
And now I am looking for the way back there
I walk and walk and I never get there
It's quiet in the house, yet another day
Of broken promises and not inoff time
From the bed I hear your breathing
I long for you, you're so fine
On our kitchen table is a glass of red
And you've written something on a post-it note
"There is food in the fridge and I have baked bread
I love you always, kiss and goodnight"
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