Arjeplog

The obstacles we build for ourselves, my love -

creating decisions to make, my love!

When really, it could be this easy:

you and me, and house, and food

Your roots are stuck in the dirt of this land,

my questions all answered in the firmness of your hand,

I buried some hatred in the snow on the porch,

and when it comes undone, I will understand.

And the wind in the trees are all: sch-uuung, sch-uuung

And the trains that pass by are all: sch-du-dung, sch-

du-dung

And you and me are like: come on let’s go out for a

walk

And our feet in the snow are like: tsch-ooo, tsch-ooo

and the choir in my chest is like: oooo- oooo

And the Stockholm insecurity is like: I don’t exist

Night dawns on us now, my love!

We finally found a way to lie, my love -

without an arm getting numb

in the middle of us, my love.

Don’t you get scared of those people now

who look you in the eye and smile at you now

Yes, they condemn you, but they won’t tell!

and that’s just how it goes, my love.

And the wind in the trees are like: sch-ooo, sch-ooo

And the trains that pass by are like: sch-du-dung, sch-

du-dung

And you and me are like: take your coat on, let’s go

out for a walk

And the tears in our eyes when we ski fast in the

forest,

but the choir in my chest is always stuck on the

chorus,

And I know it’s in me to get away from all of this.

Though I like this the best, I always liked this the

best.

The obstacles we build for ourselves, my love

The time we spend making decisions, my love

There’s a longing in me for things that yet haven’t

occured

So I’ll return to you, city,

again and again