Scandinavian Girl

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