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 pa**ed through a world of gla** And the moment pa**ed and was lost to time Time too soon with his broken moon took my Scandinavian Girl