| Lisa, I came to think of us before
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| As I walked through our old town
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| Preparing for a storm
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| I bought water and candles like the prepper I’ve always been
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| Oh, Lisa, Lisa
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| I always waited for the worst
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| While you just smiled and dived in head first
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| There’s a sadness in everything I never did
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| And everything that I did do
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| While not really being there
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| Never stepped over the threshold with both shoes
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| Made sure I never got close to anything that I could lose
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| Oh, Lisa, Lisa
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| I couldn’t really see
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| How I built a bomb shelter under every dream
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| And how I slowly came to be a dandelion seed
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| Blaming the wind for where it carried me
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| The storm’s picking up
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| Been waiting long enough at this bus stop
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| So I turn around, make a beeline past domkyrkan
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| Dripping down Västra hamngatan
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| Down to the harbor
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| To what’s left of this old town
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| I sit there and listen to the wind and how it’s playing
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| Through the cranes over at Hisingen
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| The wind is like a
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| The wind is like a string section
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| The wind is like a string section
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| The wind is like a string section
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| The wind is like a string section |