Stockholm lyrics

A boy looks like an old man He huddles in the cold And reaching for the darkness Away from the half-light A dark girl wonders on She bears a wound for you A car comes to a halt Inside a man waiting He is calling his house Eyes fixed at the gun A bag is tossed on the ground Its content already used The cold subsides and someone dies There in the half-light He is calling his house Eyes fixed at the gun A language she don't know Telling her about love He lets him in He takes his chance