In Stockholm, nice to see ya, would you believe what they've done with the rosary?
Here in Stockholm, nice to meet ya, when I wake up don't you tell me I'm home
Cast my doubts to the Euphrates though I know it's nowhere near the Swedes
Wash away all my briefcases with another gla** of meade
In Stockholm, f**ing riot-shouldv'e known I'd wake up in the trees
In Stockholm, Medici Lions stare at you stoned for free
Cast my routes to lovers in Hades though I know what they need don't come cheap
Wash away all my briefcases with another handle of meade
In Stockholm, Stockholm, Venice of the North
Did you find Shirin to cut your hair or did Jens just make her up?
Did you stroll through Tessin Palace without a care?
Go find your love across the pond and I won't cry, no I won't die when I awake in my own bed
I was a sinner on the blocks of angels kickin' on the corner for love
I was a poet for the Queen of Spain, though she used my words she forgot my name
Crafted charangos in the plains of old, 'nother table full for every one I sold
You crumble and say another day will come wash away words no one has sung
Go be a singer in the streets of crooks with the jangles on getting dirty looks
A coronet or a bra** marimba, gotta get the Princess a prize
A river runs with the seamstress verbose, yeah you know that she talks with her eyes
You fumble and say those who've lost their way don't hold what we hold at heart
In the trees leaves please don't shake me
All the sleep and the meade in the world couldn't wake me up-Wake me up
Go find your love across the pond and I won't cry, no I won't die when I awake in my own bed