A Frosty Night in Gothenburg
This is a frosty night in Gothenburg
I hate the chime of your mobile phone
You hold it to your ear like a pillow of defeat
That aches intensive care
If it's bad enough for me
It's bad enough for you
If it's bad enough for two
It's bad enough for three hundred
Out here on the perimeter there is a fence
Take me to your wizard fan for I'm feeling rather tense
I scarred your requiem with my black eyeliner brush
Your dark eyes piercing
Like huge messianic temples
If it's bad enough for you
It's bad enough for me
If it's bad enough for two
It's bad enough for three hundred
Hundred