Stockholm (Intro)

I'm strolling around all alone

On the beautiful streets of Stockholm

Reminiscing the time this was home

Familiar faces, they've grown old

A lot on my mind is untold

Letters unwritten, unfold, unsent

Oh, I don't know

It's all in the past

My sorrow

But my mother, she knows

Stolen away, almost

And now I don't care for the cold

'Cause the summer is green and all gold

I'm at peace

Stockholm...

She knows

She...

She...

She...

Ah, she knows

She...

She knows, ah, she knows

She knows

Knows

She does

She...